http://creeperswhotext.com/ :nono: LOL
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.
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're probably talking about Roissy.ArcBound said:This is funny cause I saw this being advocated by some PUA. You send a text that's supposedly meant for another girl and send it to your target. Supposed to build social proof or some other sort of yadda yadda.
It's important to note, though, Roissy advocates against text conversations. A man with a harem has no time for text conversations.A similar version of non sequitur game is reverse eavesdropping game (REG). This is where you send a text to a girl that has nothing to do with her and is clearly not meant for her, thus inducing her to “eavesdrop” on your putatively private conversation. The REG text should be constructed such that it hints at your high value and/or social proof. Something like “bring the chips and i’ll get the booze. it’s gonna be crazy.” Or “hey troublemaker, how are those red heels holding up?”, which is quite devious since you have any number of plausible excuses to explain the text to her — “I meant to text my friend. She stole a pair of shoes yesterday” — but not before she has stewed in her jealousy for a while. The beauty of the REG DHV (aaaand two consecutive acronyms! high five me!) is how effortlessly it slips under your target’s poseur identification alert system. It’s almost as if a third party is communicating your high value to her. Naturally, she will be inclined to text back immediately, and this will mindfvck her into thinking you are a higher value guy than she originally thought.
Male Creeper 8:05pm: Hi. Are you into CBT ballbusting?
Me 8:05pm: ?
Male Creeper 8:06pm: Have you ever dominated a man by his nuts and made him your slave?
Rogue said:A man with a harem has no time for text conversations./QUOTE]
Very true. So true. Too true.
Hell, a MAN himself with or without a harem has no time for text.
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.
Yeah that might have been it. For me Roissy is a hit and miss. A lot of his advice is golden, but lately he just writes a lot of off topic posts. I think he even mentioned at one point that the "Chateau" doesn't have the original host/writer anymore and a lot of people commented on that, but it was quickly forgotten.Rogue said:You're probably talking about Roissy.
http://roissy.wordpress.com/2010/07/30/non-sequitur-game/
It's important to note, though, Roissy advocates against text conversations. A man with a harem has no time for text conversations.
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.