TheCollector
Don Juan
Dont stop posting now Walden this stuff is gold.
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.
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.
What a newbie, what a moron.Originally posted by Silquee Smoove
I'm sure you're a great guy and all but this boot camp sh!t has got to stop. People, go thru it no prob. and they don't need a journal it's just stuff that happens and they get over it. And something else about journal record keeping in general, unless there is a specific reason for keeping such a record (business, money-making scam, what have you) all record keeping, (diaries if you will) just bring up the past and the past my friend needs to stay dead. So after your whole boot camp experience can you stop making up threads about typical everyday stuff and devote more time to helping people (like I do). I mean, I sucked when it came to women in general, but things got better as I changed my outlook on life. And that's what I'm going to close this post on, just be positve.
Hey, "Nick"...who the hell are you? No, seriously I'm not "flaming" anybody it's overrated. Name-calling and guys who use the word "flaming" have a tendency to be closet-homosexuals.What a newbie, what a moron. Nick
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.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
Haha nice one mate ... but isn't that agains't the rules? Or do you kiwi's approve of a bit of healthy fraternisation?LOL On sheer dumb luck I had a 9 walk into the mess this evening. Cute as a button (scored extra points for being in uniform and outranking me).
Get lost loser. this post has nothing to do with you, stop trying to hijak it.Originally posted by Silquee Smoove
Okay, I understand it all now...
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.
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.