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what about The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald? 1984 and Animal Farm by George Orwell are also great.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Hey...what did you think of Traveling Music? I love his books, Ghost Rider was incredibly inspiring to me and Traveling Music was good just to get an insight into his life. Masked Rider is next on my list!Originally posted by earthshyne
Neil Peart: Traveling Music
Bill Bryson: A Complete History of Everything
Marcus Borg: Reading the Bible for the First Time
Paul Theroux: Sunrises and Seamonsters
I did read haunted competely. Some parts of it are like a car accident... make that TRAIN WRECK, horrible horrible things but at the same time you can't put it down after you start reading. It's a damned good book that portrays some of the more sickening parts of human living.Originally posted by Layla
Fight Club was great, I think I'm going to pick up haunted. Did you read the whole thing?
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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.