Hey, um ive been messing around with my myspace lately and i want some feedback. You can say anything you want, positive or negative. Anyway, here it is
http://tinyurl.com/qgur8
http://tinyurl.com/qgur8
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.
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.
Heh, touche.Wiesman44 said:"laziest person ever" . I see you have such high hopes, dreams, and aspirations. You should go far with that attitude. You will also get loads of girls, b/c girls love lazy bums.
sparky0000 said:Music sucks.
Sunglasses are silly looking on you. Without glasses you look like a young Fred Savage. Not good either. Don't worry, I look worse.
I don't find you funny...So leave that part about people finding you funny out.
The girls that keep on commenting...Lose them. Annoying and ugly. The cutest person to comment was a guy. Not surprising seeing it is California.
CONCLUSION
POSTIVIES -- You are not trying to sound black....You are cute in a young Fred Savage way....You don't brag (well there was that comment about thinking that people think that you are funny)...You are not Skip2mylou. For that I thank you.
NEGATIVES -- You are cute in a young Fred Savage way. Where I ply my trade most 17 year old girls would want to babysit you. Then after they tucked you in they would head out with some old guy :moon: .... You sound boring and predicatable like 99% of the MYSPACE family.
Final Grade: Incomplete. You have potential. For some strange reason I am in your corner.
If you want, I can help you totally redesign that page.
Dude! You are soooo Fred Savage!
http://rob.paintedeyes.org/images/fred8.jpg
http://www.fortunecity.es/bohemio/escultura/55/fredsavage57.jpg
http://www.fortunecity.es/bohemio/escultura/55/fredsavage63.jpg
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.
Never take any notice of hotornot.com ratings.asdfghjkl said:O and my pic is a 9.3 on hotornot, im not ditching it
Which one? Your pic or a pic of Fred Savage?O and my pic is a 9.3 on hotornot, im not ditching it
You just wish that you didn'tI dont think i look like Fred Savage haha
sparky0000 said:Which one? Your pic or a pic of Fred Savage?
You just wish that you didn't.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.