"Stop Asking Your Friends What to Text Her"
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.
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“The 22 Psychological Triggers That Make Women Chase You… Starting Tonight”
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.
CobaltBlue
Don Juan
Cloud-uk
Master Don Juan
Haha, I've only been out drinking in Walton once, it was so savage... hang on, we have a spoons?! Are you talking about the Slug & Lettuce?
Just want to gloat- I'm 18 on May 8th, so Weeeeeeeeeey! No more ID madness for me!
Ahem.
englishcrap
Senior Don Juan
I think we need to start a Don Juan Surrey Society or Don Juan Kingston society
CobaltBlue
Don Juan
Seriously guys...
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
Cloud-uk
Master Don Juan
CobaltBlue
Don Juan
Cloud-uk
Master Don Juan
Oh, and if anyone knows guildford I'm having a private party in the Three Tuns tonight, if you know it. I can't guarentee I can get you in (we've invited 150 people, and the bar can only hold about 100 before people start dieing) but I'll try my hardest- P.S. it's a private so underage drinking is actively encouraged.
CobaltBlue
Don Juan
Guildford is waaay cool. Went to the university open day thing with my college. Sneaked off into town. The place was packed that day with more pu$$y per square inch than most places.
A Leuisure centre with ice skating, a cinema, and a shopping centre - brilliant for a dj.
C'mon need some more peeps here, or do you think its worthy of a new thread???
"She Made Her Decision Before You Finished Your Sentence"
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
englishcrap
Senior Don Juan
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P.S Maybe we can start a yahoo group discussion to cover DJ'ing in the South of England
Originally posted by CobaltBlue
Long live underage drinking!!!
Guildford is waaay cool. Went to the university open day thing with my college. Sneaked off into town. The place was packed that day with more pu$$y per square inch than most places.
A Leuisure centre with ice skating, a cinema, and a shopping centre - brilliant for a dj.
C'mon need some more peeps here, or do you think its worthy of a new thread???
englishcrap
Senior Don Juan
Well I'd like to report back and say..no success last night. We have our ups and downs..
Anyone fancy hitting Wimbeldon next saturday ? I am going to attempt to hit V Bar...didnt have much luck last night but I am making a comeback
Cloud-uk
Master Don Juan
My 18th.
Didn't pull.
Spent the night macking onto this very good looking, total babe I know from college. She goes at 11. Arghhhhhh.
Other than that great night! Still so damn dissapointed though...
Cloud-uk
Master Don Juan
My 18th.
Didn't pull.
Spent the night macking onto this very good looking, total babe I know from college. She goes at 11. Arghhhhhh.
Other than that great night! Still so damn dissapointed though...
"She Wants a Man, Not a Boy"
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
CobaltBlue
Don Juan
Cloud-uk
Master Don Juan
Yeah, I would be. Tell you what, I'm 18 in 2 weeks, so around then?
"She's Out of Your League"
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.