Nino-Tk
Master Don Juan
Yeah man, you gotta take each moment and even make your own. Haha you sneaking outta church to tap some a.s.s...mayne you one bad player! Go for it!
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.
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.
Cause honestly, thats what a lotta people say, and I think I get turned down too much. Got shot down yesterday. Then today this morning, I woke up and found I received another by the same person (Twiggy). Got pretty badly shot down again. I don't feel like saying what I received this morning. But basically, it said that I was unattractive and she didn't even want to hang out.NorwegianDJ said:But dude, how do you know you're ugly? I used to think of myself as ugly, even though I wasn't. If you look at my first profile pics on fb, my sister used to tease me about my clothes etc in those pics, and I'd think badly of them. I wouldn't get much attention from girls (or so I thought atleast). A lot of it is in your head.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
It was supposed to be an indent for a paragraph. I removed it, don't really need it.NorwegianDJ said:Sounds good bro!
However, I think I've been rejected way more than you though. It's a natural consequence.
I'll see if I can fix your post, cause it says like [p] and all that.
EDIT: nvm, no idea what it's supposed to look like.
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.
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.