Sir Juanalot
Senior Don Juan
Oh the ironyjimmyjack said:YOU GUYS ARE ALL ILITRATE RAT FOOLS.SO LOW FOR ME TO TALK TO.:box:
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.
Oh the ironyjimmyjack said:YOU GUYS ARE ALL ILITRATE RAT FOOLS.SO LOW FOR ME TO TALK TO.:box:
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.
If its male ass you are talking about dude, yes you are right.:crackup:Snowman23 said:That guy probably pulls in more ass than all of you. Quit being a bunch of grammar Nazi-nerds.
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.
**sighs...jimmyjack said:yes cause you know that am strongest and the best seductor advicer in the world but let me tell you something you have to have all and admire all women even if they are ulgy.i break it all and they keep on bending my **** SO KNOW AM JUST SO SICK AND TIERD **** YOU ALL.ADIOUS
I have mastered that skill into a fine art... Its beautiful. People across the neighborhood gather around like they were watching a graceful figure skater, or a boxer dance the ring.oneshot said:you remind me of someone who tries to type with one hand and jack off with the other...
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.