Daddy The Pimp
Master Don Juan
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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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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.
Women choose, men get chosen.nonameok said:I'm not a troll, just unbelievably frustrated. My problem is I wait until I get some kind of sign a chick is digging me before I think about approaching. But someone said a few replies ago that girls don't show their interest unless they're slutty.
So let me get this straight, if a chick doesn't make eye contact, smile, or do anything that indicates she's interested, I shouldn't worry?
I understand what your saying and I agree.MoveYourAss... said:Most of the times I agree with warrior, but this time...
"women choose, men are chosen"
I say: The men which are chosen are the ones who are able to choose.
Or: the man who is truely able to choose (this is inner game) is such because the woman has no choice than "choosing" him.
Nietzsche said:
A man's happiness: I want
A woman's happiness: he wants
I said it above, but you only talk about what the girls want (not). NOTHING about what you want, what you desire(!).
Do the excercise I stated above, to find your own reaction to the female and see their positive instinctive response to that. You can also combine it with Warriors help, but I encourage you to spend 1-2 hours several times just feeling/seeing etc. the presence of the female.
DonGorgon said:sounds like you are well on your way to admitting your homosexuality due to adverse heterosexual dating conditions.. many males are going that rout.
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.
LOL ... Absolutely! I didn't get that context. I knew this frame only from girls trying to hold a mascerade. I was quite surprised reading that from you ;-)Warrior74 said:The phrase 'women choose, men get chosen' is from the pimp game. Now just because a woman is choosing you, it doesn't mean you have to choose her back. Fatties, uglies, crazies, not your type...you dig?
We are all fishing in the dark since we do not know the OP. He has to decide.slaog said:The first step for the OP is to actually understand women
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.
MoveYourAss... said:We are all fishing in the dark since we do not know the OP. He has to decide.
However, I believe knowledge can be quite a trap and thus advocate invigorating his INSTINCTS. (sorry but I can't use italics these days, seems to be a plug-in problem)
Knowing and doing will not lead nowhere good if you don't feel it, what you like and want, from inside. I mean why should he use all these "techniques" and stuff if he doesn't have the vibe (or SOME notion of it). He will appear and BE like one of those robots.
Read what the others have posted. Focus fool!nonameok said:I'm not a troll, just unbelievably frustrated. My problem is I wait until I get some kind of sign a chick is digging me before I think about approaching. But someone said a few replies ago that girls don't show their interest unless they're slutty.
So let me get this straight, if a chick doesn't make eye contact, smile, or do anything that indicates she's interested, I shouldn't worry?
*note: to the fella who told me about this comment thank you very muchAlle_Gory said:You're doing the same thing by posting this.
Do you consider yourself to be a depressive person?
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.