Originally posted by Jaun_Don
Pook where you actually god in another life?...awesome posts.:cheer:
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Originally posted by Jaun_Don
Pook where you actually god in another life?...awesome posts.:cheer:
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
what is your ****ing problem and why would feel the need to point out a tongue in cheek compliment?...what an *******Originally posted by whistler
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Ha! This is so true. To realize that this is actually how people actually are is quite refreshing. And it can allow you to get on with you life once you see how others are struggling to put on a front, instead of struggling to better themselves. Don't settle and be like them; do things your way.Pook]
There is a great myth that everyone, amazingly, believes: that everyone else is happy, having fun, living life, and you, all alone, are miserable. That everyone is out there, having amazing glorious sex, while you must content yourself with pornos.
This isn’t true. Most people are in the exact same spot as you are. And those ‘glorious unions’ you see everywhere? Most of them are simply scared of being alone, so they go off and grab the nearest available person. The others are 'lying' together with vanity.
The big secret is that happy people aren’t as happy as they appear. Many happy people are actually covering up their real problems. But what do you do? You see one of these ‘happy’ people and then you get unhappy at them! You make yourselves miserable as you arrow nasty thoughts from your mind at them, and they don’t even know you.
Still looking, but finding that the answers are coming in from places I didn't even expect. And that's a good thing.I am not asking you to do this or that with your life, but I am only asking you to pause for a moment and think. What is life to you? Stop and look.
Juan Don,Originally posted by Jaun_Don
what is your ****ing problem and why would feel the need to point out a tongue in cheek compliment?...what an *******
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That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
that's fine sorry for flying off the handle, I see your point whistlerOriginally posted by whistler
Juan Don,
My apologies. It must have seemed more sycophantic than tongue-in-cheek to me at the time.
whistler
The SPSS manual got you down?Originally posted by Rollo Tomassi
"Why do my eyes hurt?"
",...because you've never used them."
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
http://www.jbspencer.com/djb/Downloads/The Book of Pook.pdfLAWYER said:a question... anyone can answer... why does he calls himself POOK. and i want to get all his post... how do i do that...anyways peace
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Are ytou kidding me Espi ? I think after reading the bible I read the "book of pook" and it was the most pleasant way of red pilling IMHO.Espi said:Another golden post from the Pook-meister. I never read this till now. Classic.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.