VashStampede
Don Juan
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I very much doubt they have cheerleaders in Mongolia. Im gonna guess you are from the states
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
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.
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.
Most of these girls you are encountering only have boyfriends when they meet you, meaning it is you who needs to improve and change the way you vibe with them, etc.mongolboy said:Aight so i met so many fcking hot girls that had boyfriends ofcourse.. but anywais i was wondering if anybody in here has an experience on how to do dis so maybe the can offer me some advice and for everybody else too! I THINK THIS IS A VERY ESSENTIAL POST !EVEN THOUGH IS KINA EVIL
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This makes sense except that the boyfriend might give the girl an ultimatum and that may lead her to stay away from you....LJC said:I suppose everyone has thier own way of doing it. For me, the BF destroying material doesn't just work the girl. It works the BF too. And, it doesn't make a BF just look a certain way, it actually makes him that way.
Jealousy is the kingpin of the process. He has to know I exist. The reason he has to know is because, as a man, he's going to know exactly what I'm trying to do. But of course, he's not going to have the proof. The only proof he has is that he knows I'm being very friendly and sociable to his GF for a particular reason, but in so far as the GF is (and I am) concerned, I'm just friendly and sociable. This is where the wedge starts.
When he tries to step in my way to stop me, he immediately becomes irrational to her, even though he's behaving in a completely rational way to me. She sees it as jealousy and insecurity, even though I know he's reacting justifiably, for good reason. All I have to do is pretend to struggle to understand why two people just being sociable is so threatening to him. The more he tries to stop it, the more he's going to f*ck it up for himself. He can even try to explian to her that I'm trying to steal her and she won't believe it, because I haven't given her a solid reason to believe it yet.
When you get a guy to this point, then whenever she goes out without him, he's going to want to know more about where she's going, what she's doing, who she's going to be with. Eventually, he actually becomes the jealous, insecure, controlling, a-hole jerk of a BF. I become her temporary escape to sanity through the process.
The deeper the wedge goes, the more I start to turn the get togethers into more date-like situations. I grab diner instead of a lunch, because I'm hungry. I invite her over to my place to watch a movie, because I'm bored....
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.