Viper423
Senior Don Juan
Ok, so some of my girl friends have told me that I'm metrosexual. I was like wtf and they're like," It's a good thing." Now, is it really a good thing to be called metrosexual by girls?
The plates get cleared and the silence lands like a brick. You can feel her waiting. Your brain offers up your commute, your job, the weather — topics that have ended more second dates than bad breath.
Here's what most guys never learn: women hand out free conversational material all night long. Tiny clues about what they actually want to discuss. Catch them and you never run out of things to say — because she's telling you what to say next.
Rule 4 of the "22 Rules" trains your ear to catch every single one.
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.
Don't listen to puertorican_lover he has no clue what he is talking about....Originally posted by PuertoRican_Lover
Women say this to tell you that you are starting to take on the habits and charcteristics of a female - you are a few steps from a homosexual!![]()
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.
KC, your definition is accurate however the predominant misunderstanding of the term can lie anywhere between PL's definition and Engetsu's. It's funny that long ago guys that kept a proper demeanor and dress were referred to as Don Juans.Originally posted by Kineti[C]harm
Don't listen to puertorican_lover he has no clue what he is talking about....
Being metrosexual is VERY good, we are talking metro not homo.. A metrosexual is a man that cares for his own exterior and self. You could define a metrosexual as an upgraded male if you ask me. See I trim my eyebrows, I have a nice 130$ haircut, I dress sharp, I know what colours that match and what doesn't match, I use lotions etc to keep my skin nice etc etc. Now I am in no way gay but do I look better? Of course I do, why? Because I care alot for how I look and this is being a metrosexual. Girls LOVE it. The only males opposing metrosexuality are males that do not understand it and that is afraid.
Ugh, please. I don't oppose it because I'm "afraid", I oppose it because I feel that wasting money on 130 dollar hair cuts and all sorts of lotions is POINTLESS and that knowing what the difference between pink, mauve and salmon is is a waste of brainspace. I have better things to think about, like my studies in school. Upgraded male? Hardly. Just a different sort.Originally posted by Kineti[C]harm
Don't listen to puertorican_lover he has no clue what he is talking about....
Being metrosexual is VERY good, we are talking metro not homo.. A metrosexual is a man that cares for his own exterior and self. You could define a metrosexual as an upgraded male if you ask me. See I trim my eyebrows, I have a nice 130$ haircut, I dress sharp, I know what colours that match and what doesn't match, I use lotions etc to keep my skin nice etc etc. Now I am in no way gay but do I look better? Of course I do, why? Because I care alot for how I look and this is being a metrosexual. Girls LOVE it. The only males opposing metrosexuality are males that do not understand it and that is afraid.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
You ain't no caveman typing on a damn computer.I am a self admitted caveman and i probably tap more ass than all the metros.
See when I get a new haircut and anew hairstyle I feel good, it's nice, I like some small change and I actually LIKE hairstyling, dressing, clothesshopping etc. I get constant comments on how good I dress, how cool my hair looks (females even notice the different styles I create) and I've got tons of comments on my perfume etc. Does it make me less manly? No I'm still as much a player as anyone else (I've actually been called Don Juan by several girls, how many here can actually say the same?).Originally posted by MetalFortress
Ugh, please. I don't oppose it because I'm "afraid", I oppose it because I feel that wasting money on 130 dollar hair cuts and all sorts of lotions is POINTLESS and that knowing what the difference between pink, mauve and salmon is is a waste of brainspace. I have better things to think about, like my studies in school. Upgraded male? Hardly. Just a different sort.
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 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.