Bible_Belt
Master Don Juan
Someone in Orlando should offer to go out with him while he drives the lambo and you drive his crappy work truck, and then still get more girls than he does.
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.
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.
Pulled in the Meat-packing district while with another 9. She approached me lol. From El Salvador with a sick body too. Women like this are all over the place at the tables, and walking in with a 9 is instant social proof.And how'd you get her?
With nice OLD pics that I already tried and still barely get any decent looking matches?
I doub't it, if you've ever experienced a naturally aspirated v10 no full electric will ever have the same emotion. Hybrids ok maybe...Lambo's, like all gas guzzler sports cars... will be antiques in 10 years.
I guess there's more to choose from in NYC.Pulled in the Meat-packing district while with another 9. She approached me lol. From El Salvador with a sick body too. Women like this are all over the place at the tables, and walking in with a 9 is instant social proof.
I don't hang out with other guys.Someone in Orlando should offer to go out with him while he drives the lambo and you drive his crappy work truck, and then still get more girls than he does.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
First? LOLI guess there's more to choose from in NYC.
How'd you get the first 9?
How did you get the 9 that you walked in that store with?First? LOL
Richard, you know my style already.
Only add-on I would suggest with the lambo: Have a 9 join you as a wing girl and pick up other women.
Guru has bionic ballsHow did you get the 9 that you walked in that store with?
How do we know?Talk all the sh1t you want. I can fvck better than you.
I have money to buy toys with cash. Anyone who buys a toy (I.E. exotic car) with TWO LOANS doesn't have a pot to piss in.You have nothing that I don't and no advice to give.
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.
What app is that in the pictureLet me know if that Lambo gets you a free Guru1000 harem candidate like this:
http://s682.photobucket.com/user/guru1000/media/IMG_4016_zpskq3pbahe.jpg.html?sort=3&o=0
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How do we know?
Prove it.
Edit: I can even make a women hv multiple orgasms and hv fantasies abt me without fvcking her. All I need 2 do is pay her $1000
I'm bigger than you, clown.But but but, you do not have a robotic d!ck that spouts lemon flavored cvm like the little frogman here.
Translation: "I'm a narcissist with no friends."I don't hang out with other guys.
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.
Well, you’re getting into your prime groove now son.…To 90% of the members of this site:
Listen to what a bunch of sh1t talking ph@gg0ts you all are.
I hang out and get along with people I work with, assuming they are actually working and doing a good job.Translation: "I'm a narcissist with no friends."
My dad's dad is a narcissist, and a complete piece of sh!t of a human being. He drives a Mercedes. You people deserve the best, right? That is how your mental disorder expresses itself.
I'm not your son. Aren't you a little frat boy?Well, you’re getting into your prime groove now son.
I bet mine are bigger.Guru has bionic balls
If you try to emulate you might be able to do the same
To use one of your replies, You don’t know sh|t and I don’t care what you think…I'm not your son. Aren't you a little frat boy?
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.