MatureDJ
Master Don Juan
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I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
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.
Lol, I don't think you get it. Those "old farts" are looking for easy, humble, young puzzy. Once that same puzzy hits American soil unmarried, the humble and easiness goes down the drain real quick!bmxcetera said:If you really want them bad enough, take a trip to Spartanburg, SC. There were plenty of Cambodian females as I recall. Citizenship already attained.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
hope is a dangerous thing...men may actually wake up and act on itevan12 said:may be it is pressure from US to close more doors on their men
Yeah OK coming from someone in AMSTERDAMHoneyHitter said:Lol, I don't think you get it. Those "old farts" are looking for easy, humble, young puzzy. Once that same puzzy hits American soil unmarried, the humble and easiness goes down the drain real quick!
There's a huge difference between a wealthy old fart and a poor old fart. Sometimes the difference is only a matter of location.
Cool I'm probably getting relocated to BMW Spartanburg, so I'm gonna check it out next yearbmxcetera said:If you really want them bad enough, take a trip to Spartanburg, SC. There were plenty of Cambodian females as I recall. Citizenship already attained.
Lol, been living here since my late teens dude.bmxcetera said:Yeah OK coming from someone in AMSTERDAM
And you're still making dumbas$ blanket statements thinking that they also apply to southeastern Asians migrating into western society. Did you catch on to the fact that it referenced the rough pasts that they experienced as a whole in Cambodia and Vietnam? I've never had one of these SE Asian women treat me with disrespect here, in fact they are some of the friendliest individuals I've dealt with, ever. Having a piss-poor command of the English language, wearing rags to high school/community college and still living in squalid conditions in the U.S. barely made them seem like wannabe Prima Donnas to me...and I've lived here far longer than fifteen years, in four major U.S. cities and have traveled to half the states and counting. Not to mention I've grown up in a family that came to this country from SE Asia. For fvck's sake, the Hmong people that migrated to NC after the Vietnam Conflict never bothered learning English and shafted their own potential growth as a result.HoneyHitter said:Lol, been living here since my late teens dude.
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.