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.
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.
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.
D'OH!!! :kick:reset said:
I can see from your OTHER thread that you sent her a text.
reset said:Of course when I mentioned to say he enjoyed the sex, it was a joke....
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.
Francisco d'Anconia said:I swear, one day I'm going to start charging you guys. :yawn:
Francisco d'Anconia said:He didn't.... Was that before or after the $50?
Don't laugh. Guys call David d'Angelo, Neil Strauss, Mystery, et. al. marketers out there just to make a buck, but with there so much of a need for this stuff it's easy money. Don't worry though, I already know that the real money is not providing the service online. Way too many cheap fvckers who will just download the stuff and then gripe about it when they don't execute it correctly.reset said:
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.
I'm pulling for 'ya but the whole sending her a text is a lot like a guy who was on a business trip and had secured the services of an escort. Though that would have been more like $500 rather than $50 I'd guess.My Name is Nobody said:Yeah yeah keep giving me a hard time.. She'll be calling me again trust me.. I'm not stupid, she'll be back...
I know, I know...reset said:Lol. You know I appreciate your advice brother!
Francisco d'Anconia said:Don't laugh. Guys call David d'Angelo, Neil Strauss, Mystery, et. al. marketers out there just to make a buck, but with there so much of a need for this stuff it's easy money. Don't worry though, I already know that the real money is not providing the service online. Way too many cheap fvckers who will just download the stuff and then gripe about it when they don't execute it correctly.Oh well, just more for my notebook...
Francisco d'Anconia said:I'm pulling for 'ya but the whole sending her a text is a lot like a guy who was on a business trip and had secured the services of an escort. Though that would have been more like $500 rather than $50 I'd guess.
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.