MatureDJ
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Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
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.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
I would say two reasons.Why don't they just pay for it?
Man needs to take responsibility for self.Blame feminism for this; they wanted men to be asexual beings
When you complain about something around 2-3 times and don't take action on it you start putting yourself in "victim mindset" ( woe is me ). "Victim mindset" is useful for nothing at all but staying stuck in a position you don't want to be in.They can have sex. They choose to not put any effort into making themselves into a man women want to have sex with.
Men are not victims. These ridiculous posts making men out to be these wimpy, "woe is me" victims are everything that is wrong with men in society these days.
We control out destiny.
Maybe they should get over themselves and realize they're just a utility. Sad but true.They want a girl that genuinely likes them
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
RichardMaybe they should get over themselves and realize they're just a utility. Sad but true.
Relying on prostitute means you can't get sex without cash.Can't have sex = no prostitutes.
Prostitution is natural.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
This article just pushes the orthodox line of the 'normalization' of sex. But imagine you were a more sensitive soul [a teenager?] that refused to look at life through a set of banal spectacles, and saw something more significant in sex. And then in associating 'incels' in the article [wow, there is a word for it] with potential mass murderers, it all starts to look a bit nasty... that people who are not engaging in casual sex are weirdos.... or losers.But try to imagine what it would be like if, for whatever reason, those more gratifying moments never arrived. Imagine that, while everyone else your age appears to have figured out love and dating and sex, you stayed more or less stuck in time as a psychosexual teenager. Imagine, say, being in a movie theater in 2005, listening to the audience erupt in laughter at the preview for The 40-Year-Old Virgin. Imagine what Top 40 radio sounds like. Imagine reading on the dating website Match.com that 42 percent of users (33 percent of the men, 51 of the women) indicated they would not date a virgin.
Victim mode is weak. If man takes women away from the epicenter of his life he can be successful and be happy with no to minimum women . Be on your purpose. Complaining about feminism even if it's reality is weak . What are you going to do about it?Yes, all this 'victimhood', whether first order [feminism] or second order [reaction to feminism] is built on the premise that I deserve to be happy [lacking here is any expression of gratitude and piety]. People simply do not understand that life is suffering [thanks to ideology], and the whole point of culture is to overcome this suffering. It really is a sad state of affairs.
With hot girls?.Relying on prostitute means you can't get sex without cash.
Hot girls have some regular dudes that's part of their social circle that hits it. Stop putting them hoez on a pedastal. They are flesh and blood like you .With hot girls?.
That's most people
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.