"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
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.
Duke Progress Journal (DPJ)
- Thread starter Duke
- Start date
"She's Out of Your League"
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.
No, no, man. I made both of these closes in instant messenger. If people know you already, instant messenger can work to set up sh!t and create rapport.
I'm not saying I got the lay by using one word. I learned this trick from a friend named Nick. What "snuggletits" or "snookums" or "loveybutt" or anything of that sort does is 3 things:
1) It displays a mock interest... you may or may not be ****ing around with them, but it's an endearing term that you only use on girls you like. They know this.
2) It gets her thinking of the two of you in a relationship, because only couples tend to use those kinds of names on each other.
3) It makes fun of AFC-style romantic relationships that make you want to barf. This effect is doubly pronounced if you use it on sluts, hehe.
No problem. Haha, my sexual state wasn't really working full effect at that time, but I was talking to her online, so that wasn't too much of a factor as most of sexual state is conveyed through body language, facial expression, eye contact, and voice tone.Originally posted by Wacky-1
LOL...snuggletits...hey dude,
Thanks for clearing up the sexual state stuff, and judging by that "snuggletits" comment, your sexual state must have been on overdrive eh?
She simply GOT THE HINT that I was interested in fukking her. She knows I know she's slutty. We've talked before and described shyt we'd do to each other. It's just been long overdue. This was our "cut the bullshyt" talk. And she got the picture very well.
I called her snuggletits, then I was like "We should hang out sometime."
Done deal.
duke007
Master Don Juan
You continue to inspire Duke, keep it up.
I'm wondering if it would be a wise move to use the snuggletits/snookums line with a girl on the Internet who you've never met in person.
After using c+f and teasing I've noticed a definite change in this chick's writing tone in the messages we've exchanged. She called me a d1ck with a smiley face afterwards...this must be good!
Now she's asking more questions about how I've been and ending the last two messages with:
Luv K
and then.....
Love K
"We should meet up sometime, snookums" sounds safe to me but I'm not sure since I've never met her. The pics are smokin' though (and I know she's real....she knew a guy who went to my school who I also knew)
and yeah I know I shouldn't be a pvssy about online chicks but I've never met up with one before
I'm wondering if it would be a wise move to use the snuggletits/snookums line with a girl on the Internet who you've never met in person.
After using c+f and teasing I've noticed a definite change in this chick's writing tone in the messages we've exchanged. She called me a d1ck with a smiley face afterwards...this must be good!
Now she's asking more questions about how I've been and ending the last two messages with:
Luv K
and then.....
Love K
"We should meet up sometime, snookums" sounds safe to me but I'm not sure since I've never met her. The pics are smokin' though (and I know she's real....she knew a guy who went to my school who I also knew)
and yeah I know I shouldn't be a pvssy about online chicks but I've never met up with one before
Back from the shadows
****, mang, how has it been motherfukkers?? I hope I hear good **** from ya'll.
Oh man, I have been learning so much lately.
I've been frequenting ASF recently, and I've been getting a bit more in-depth with this game. Good news is that I'm learning more, but the bad news is that I allowed it to stunt some of my activity because of "paralysis by analysis."
However, I have had some shining moments in my college experience, which I will briefly elaborate on.
I first get to college and I'm an approach machine. I am defeating approach anxiety. I do my first cold approaches and successfully number close them. I do more number closes in the classroom, but most of the numbers turn out to be duds. Avoided calls, disconnected numbers. I'd say I approached about 9 girls in 2 weeks. About 2 or 3 never answered the phone, and 2 straight up gave me wrong numbers (I think I went too CF on them and came off as an ******* oops hehe).
So at the start of college my game is tight and my confidence is unstoppable. I'm walking around late one night heading over to a uni-sponsored party by myself. I see 2 girls sitting on a brick railing, listening to an AFC bore them to death.
I stride confidently with my head held high, with spiked hair and some slick duds. I make EC with the hotter of the 2 girls, and whaddayaknow, she OPENS ME.
Conversation went a lil something like this:
HB: Hey
Me: Hey
HB: Who are you?
Me: Me? I'm a freshman (**** smirk)
HB: Pft haha, I mean what's your name
Me: Oh, I don't have a name. Who are you?
HB: Ha, I'm HB. Come on, you have a name, what is it?
Me: Nah, I kid you not, I was left at some lady's doorstep as an orphan.... no name
HB: (looking to friend) Are you hungry?
Me: Whew, I am, you wanna go to the cafeteria with me?
Her: Ok, sure. (looks at friend) You wanna come?
Friend: Nah, thanks anyway, I already ate.
HB: Okay! Bye!
Things were going super-smoothe and I probably could have fvcked this girl if I hadn't have failed her **** tests!!! (bangs head into desk).
So I'm being naturally CF with her, busting her. Then she tells me that she's going to be a model.
[....Fvck....FVCK, FVCK, FVCK!!!!!! OH MAN. I've never realized it until now, but when she told me that she was a model, she was QUALIFYING TO ME to try to match my value, which she obviously thought outweighed hers. SH!T! I have got so much potential. I had a fvcking model who, by the way, had huge D tits, a tone body, and 2 inches taller than me QUALIFYING TO ME LOL!!!!!]
I scoff as I'm eating my croissant sandwich and go, "What, a hand model?"
She gets this big "I can't believe you just said that" look on her face and goes "No, a REAL MODEL. I'm in the running to be in next year's Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition.
I go, "Ohh" pretending to sound impressed. In reality i was very impressed and a little intimidated, but I didn't let it show.
So we get into more rapport, then the chick starts talking about porno, perhaps to see how open I am about sex and also to see if I'd get flustered. Well I don't get flustered and I joke with her about it.
Then the moment comes when I **** up and tease her about her huge tits. I'm in her dorm and shes leaning over to pick up something off the ground, and I told her to stop trying to seduce me.
She goes "Huh?"
I go "Well you're blatantly showing your boobs to me" or something along those lines. Anyways, I made the fatal mistake of "verbalizing the sexual game" which made everything logical and caused her to feel like a slut. Live and learn, eh? But I'm still pumped now that I realize I had a model qualifying to me.
Recently I've been visiting a potential LTR (HB Crazy, remember her?), and I've been making out with her, but she's been giving me mad LMR, not letting me hands wander to her nether regions. She needs to feel more connection, and I intend to (re)build one tomorrow tonight when I visit her again.
For a while I got too caught up with her and got one-itus, so my PU suffered. I stopped doing approaches and I basically became a mess, but I kept reading ASF and seduction-related material. I'm much more aware of the mechanics of the game now than I was before. My knowledge should assist me, but it won't do SH!T if I don't get out there and apply it.
I gotta have at least a few back-up girls in case the LTR doesn't work out. I have some chicks in mind.
I have been overcoming a big insecurity of mine, which is my physical appearance. I'm a short guy, and my face can flush pretty badly. Its not roseacea, but its definitely visible, but I haven't been paying attention to it as much, and neither have other people. I actually got a lot of compliments from ppl a few days ago when I was clean shaven and had my hair spiked. LOL I know I sound like a woman, but I can't get in the right state to PU unless I feel HOT haha.
If your face flushes, I do have a tip. Eat anti-oxidants like cherries and blue-berries. They relax blood-flow and your facial tone will even out. Avoid caffeine, nutra-sweet, and heavy carbs like the plague as they will fvck up your tone badly. Cutting out Diet Coke (nutra-sweet) helped the evenness of my facial tone massively.
I also noticed that I get noticed by girls a lot more on first-glance because I updated my wardrobe. My shoes are nice brown Dr. Martins, I wear mostly muscle fit Abercrombie T's, and some nice flair jeans with a belt to match my shoes. I spike my hair and pull off a nice prep-punk look. Its great because I'm totally congruent with it, and the chicks I want are attracted to that "type."
Here are some pics
http://www.villagephotos.com/pubbrowse.asp?folder_id=1022106
Something else I wanna mention... about halfway into college my roommate and supposed "friend" got really jealous of the success I was having with chicks (he witnessed me pull the model and get her back into our dorm room) and called me ugly and told me that I don't have a chance to pull chicks since there are guys who are betterlooking than me trying to get them.
Unfortunately, I allowed his scathing comment to creep up into my subconscious and I dwelled on it too much and it infected me with a horrible vibe, and my confidence shattered. I'm still picking up the pieces, but looking back at it in retrospect, my friend was being a MASSIVE AFC. He looks at seduction like a preening contest apparently. May the prettiest man win, eh? **** that.
I allowed his negative comment to fly in the face of MY REALITY-- the reality that I'd made out with a few attractive chicks already and had been complimented a lot during my lifetime... but just one negative comment seemed to flounder all of that. So fvcking ridiculous, man argh.
Now my reality is strong enough to stand up to whatever sh!t comes at me. If I heard a comment like that again or somebody tried to undermine me with something else, it simply wouldn't fly, because I know my reality too well.
Oh, I did direct approaches for a while, Badboy style. They were very congruent and I pulled them off without any hitches, but I got some boyfriend excuses that I think I could have disarmed by going indirect. However, Badboy's bodylanguage advice works wonders, and I've been using it ever since.
Working out seems to supplement confidence a lot. Well, I stopped working out because of time constraints, and I fell into a bit of a slump for awhile, but I'm diggin myself back out of it. Just gotta keep constant goals and keep conquering them. I am going to set new PU goals for the Christmas holidays. I'm going to do PU like crazy during the holidays and totally experiment and be willing to fail and learn. This is for my own benefit.
Mr. T's infamous "No Pain, No Gain" rang through my ears the first week I ever worked out heavy, and I'm sure it will ring through my ears again when I get more fake numbers, flakes, and outright blowouts. But from all the pain, I WILL gain. I've been in the seduction community for too long to just give up and quit... about 2 years now. No way I am going to waste my potential. A model opened me, and average HBs occasionally do. People seem open to me. I evidently am pulling off the right body-language and vibe. And when I talk to girls, my mind goes on autopilot to elicit the right emotions and use the right tonality. Man, it's just all a matter of making the effort to approach and talk to girls. I know I can go big in this game.
BTW, my name on mASF is Chance. Look me up. My AIM is secondton0ne
Cheers everyone!
Duke
****, mang, how has it been motherfukkers?? I hope I hear good **** from ya'll
.Oh man, I have been learning so much lately.
I've been frequenting ASF recently, and I've been getting a bit more in-depth with this game. Good news is that I'm learning more, but the bad news is that I allowed it to stunt some of my activity because of "paralysis by analysis."
However, I have had some shining moments in my college experience, which I will briefly elaborate on.
I first get to college and I'm an approach machine. I am defeating approach anxiety. I do my first cold approaches and successfully number close them. I do more number closes in the classroom, but most of the numbers turn out to be duds. Avoided calls, disconnected numbers. I'd say I approached about 9 girls in 2 weeks. About 2 or 3 never answered the phone, and 2 straight up gave me wrong numbers (I think I went too CF on them and came off as an ******* oops hehe).
So at the start of college my game is tight and my confidence is unstoppable. I'm walking around late one night heading over to a uni-sponsored party by myself. I see 2 girls sitting on a brick railing, listening to an AFC bore them to death.
I stride confidently with my head held high, with spiked hair and some slick duds. I make EC with the hotter of the 2 girls, and whaddayaknow, she OPENS ME.
Conversation went a lil something like this:
HB: Hey
Me: Hey
HB: Who are you?
Me: Me? I'm a freshman (**** smirk)
HB: Pft haha, I mean what's your name
Me: Oh, I don't have a name. Who are you?
HB: Ha, I'm HB. Come on, you have a name, what is it?
Me: Nah, I kid you not, I was left at some lady's doorstep as an orphan.... no name
HB: (looking to friend) Are you hungry?
Me: Whew, I am, you wanna go to the cafeteria with me?
Her: Ok, sure. (looks at friend) You wanna come?
Friend: Nah, thanks anyway, I already ate.
HB: Okay! Bye!
Things were going super-smoothe and I probably could have fvcked this girl if I hadn't have failed her **** tests!!! (bangs head into desk).
So I'm being naturally CF with her, busting her. Then she tells me that she's going to be a model.
[....Fvck....FVCK, FVCK, FVCK!!!!!! OH MAN. I've never realized it until now, but when she told me that she was a model, she was QUALIFYING TO ME to try to match my value, which she obviously thought outweighed hers. SH!T! I have got so much potential. I had a fvcking model who, by the way, had huge D tits, a tone body, and 2 inches taller than me QUALIFYING TO ME LOL!!!!!]
I scoff as I'm eating my croissant sandwich and go, "What, a hand model?"
She gets this
big "I can't believe you just said that" look on her face and goes "No, a REAL MODEL. I'm in the running to be in next year's Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition.I go, "Ohh" pretending to sound impressed. In reality i was very impressed and a little intimidated, but I didn't let it show.
So we get into more rapport, then the chick starts talking about porno, perhaps to see how open I am about sex and also to see if I'd get flustered. Well I don't get flustered and I joke with her about it.
Then the moment comes when I **** up and tease her about her huge tits. I'm in her dorm and shes leaning over to pick up something off the ground, and I told her to stop trying to seduce me.
She goes "Huh?"
I go "Well you're blatantly showing your boobs to me" or something along those lines. Anyways, I made the fatal mistake of "verbalizing the sexual game" which made everything logical and caused her to feel like a slut. Live and learn, eh? But I'm still pumped now that I realize I had a model qualifying to me.
Recently I've been visiting a potential LTR (HB Crazy, remember her?), and I've been making out with her, but she's been giving me mad LMR, not letting me hands wander to her nether regions. She needs to feel more connection, and I intend to (re)build one tomorrow tonight when I visit her again
.For a while I got too caught up with her and got one-itus, so my PU suffered. I stopped doing approaches and I basically became a mess, but I kept reading ASF and seduction-related material. I'm much more aware of the mechanics of the game now than I was before. My knowledge should assist me, but it won't do SH!T if I don't get out there and apply it.
I gotta have at least a few back-up girls in case the LTR doesn't work out. I have some chicks in mind.
I have been overcoming a big insecurity of mine, which is my physical appearance. I'm a short guy, and my face can flush pretty badly. Its not roseacea, but its definitely visible, but I haven't been paying attention to it as much, and neither have other people. I actually got a lot of compliments from ppl a few days ago when I was clean shaven and had my hair spiked. LOL I know I sound like a woman, but I can't get in the right state to PU unless I feel HOT haha.
If your face flushes, I do have a tip. Eat anti-oxidants like cherries and blue-berries. They relax blood-flow and your facial tone will even out. Avoid caffeine, nutra-sweet, and heavy carbs like the plague as they will fvck up your tone badly. Cutting out Diet Coke (nutra-sweet) helped the evenness of my facial tone massively.
I also noticed that I get noticed by girls a lot more on first-glance because I updated my wardrobe. My shoes are nice brown Dr. Martins, I wear mostly muscle fit Abercrombie T's, and some nice flair jeans with a belt to match my shoes. I spike my hair and pull off a nice prep-punk look. Its great because I'm totally congruent with it, and the chicks I want are attracted to that "type."
Here are some pics
http://www.villagephotos.com/pubbrowse.asp?folder_id=1022106
Something else I wanna mention... about halfway into college my roommate and supposed "friend" got really jealous of the success I was having with chicks (he witnessed me pull the model and get her back into our dorm room) and called me ugly and told me that I don't have a chance to pull chicks since there are guys who are betterlooking than me trying to get them.
Unfortunately, I allowed his scathing comment to creep up into my subconscious and I dwelled on it too much and it infected me with a horrible vibe, and my confidence shattered. I'm still picking up the pieces, but looking back at it in retrospect, my friend was being a MASSIVE AFC. He looks at seduction like a preening contest apparently. May the prettiest man win, eh? **** that.
I allowed his negative comment to fly in the face of MY REALITY-- the reality that I'd made out with a few attractive chicks already and had been complimented a lot during my lifetime... but just one negative comment seemed to flounder all of that. So fvcking ridiculous, man argh.
Now my reality is strong enough to stand up to whatever sh!t comes at me. If I heard a comment like that again or somebody tried to undermine me with something else, it simply wouldn't fly, because I know my reality too well.
Oh, I did direct approaches for a while, Badboy style. They were very congruent and I pulled them off without any hitches, but I got some boyfriend excuses that I think I could have disarmed by going indirect. However, Badboy's bodylanguage advice works wonders, and I've been using it ever since.
Working out seems to supplement confidence a lot. Well, I stopped working out because of time constraints, and I fell into a bit of a slump for awhile, but I'm diggin myself back out of it. Just gotta keep constant goals and keep conquering them. I am going to set new PU goals for the Christmas holidays. I'm going to do PU like crazy during the holidays and totally experiment and be willing to fail and learn. This is for my own benefit.
Mr. T's infamous "No Pain, No Gain" rang through my ears the first week I ever worked out heavy, and I'm sure it will ring through my ears again when I get more fake numbers, flakes, and outright blowouts. But from all the pain, I WILL gain. I've been in the seduction community for too long to just give up and quit... about 2 years now. No way I am going to waste my potential. A model opened me, and average HBs occasionally do. People seem open to me. I evidently am pulling off the right body-language and vibe. And when I talk to girls, my mind goes on autopilot to elicit the right emotions and use the right tonality. Man, it's just all a matter of making the effort to approach and talk to girls. I know I can go big in this game.
BTW, my name on mASF is Chance. Look me up. My AIM is secondton0ne
Cheers everyone!
Duke
"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Let's get the beds shaking!
Guys, I advise you to run over to MASF right now and check out these posts:
http://www.fastseduction.com/masf/8/194788/
http://www.fastseduction.com/masf/8/194722/
Two different accounts of success stories-- both were very inspirational to me and have helped motivate me to get more serious about my pickup abilities and the action I am going to take to ensure that my skills continue to develop so that I can become a great PUA.
Officially, my Christmas/New Years break started yesterday. I am at home with a lot of time on my hands, and I am going to do the work necessary to ensure that time is the ONLY thing I hold in my hands over this break. For real.
I have a lot of numbers that I let go by the wayside out of sheer laziness.
But that is not even my main concern. Numbers are just my throwaway plans. My goal is to improve my abilities, not necessarily lay chicks. That means that I'm not going to be outcome oriented. I'm going to actively exercise my technique and progress to develop a style of my own.
I had a realization a few nights ago when I was lying in bed: My most rapid improvements in the art of seduction came when I was actively TRYING SH!T OUT, not when I was on a reading frenzy. And I was actively trying **** out at the beginning of my DJ career-- whenever I was psyched up and I had absolutely nothing to lose. I remember it all too vividly.
In my eyes, the reactions I got were WILD. I remember early on in my DJing carreer, I was at a stoner party (even though I don't smoke and never have). Anyways, the importance of me mentioning this is that I remember TRYING OUT **** because I did not give a flying **** about the outcome. These chicks were all stoned out of their minds or drunk off their asses, so I didn't respect them, and I knew that they would probably not remember what I said or who I was after they came to their senses. I figured it was a good opportunity to try sh!t out and risk fvcking up since I had nothing to lose.
Well I rolled in there with my minimal education of what PU is (lol). Anyways, my movments... were a lot slower than normal... I used verbal........pauses....... to add tension to conversations. And while I paused, I maintained steady eye contact with the girls that never wavered.
I saw the girls' desire increasing rapidly for me. I felt like a green dot on the radar, whereas all the other guys around me looked like red dots; that is, I sensed that I was different from them. I was a burgeoning PUA and they were horny AFCs... trying to kiss girls' asses to get a lay... still caught in society's female-worshipping matrix... Drunk on their confidence juice and high as a kite to forget how much of losers they are.
This is 2004. Rapid advancements in technology have made it possible to interact with and listen to the top seducers in the world. Generations before us did not have this kind of CRAZY tool available to them.
There's no excuse why I or anyone else shouldn't be improving at a rapid pace. The only thing that is stopping anyone from advancing in this art is an unwillingness to try things out and make mistakes... which is a surefire way to learn and learn FAST.
My challenge to myself and to everyone reading this is to actively go out in the field in the next few weeks and consciously experiment with what we are reading so that we can learn quickly and internalize what works.
Otherwise, everything... all our time at this site and in the community... all we have read... all of the techniques and all of the theory... amount to NOTHING. I'll be damned if I let that happen and I hope you are fvcking with me on this ****. Let's do it.
Guys, I advise you to run over to MASF right now and check out these posts:
http://www.fastseduction.com/masf/8/194788/
http://www.fastseduction.com/masf/8/194722/
Two different accounts of success stories-- both were very inspirational to me and have helped motivate me to get more serious about my pickup abilities and the action I am going to take to ensure that my skills continue to develop so that I can become a great PUA.
Officially, my Christmas/New Years break started yesterday. I am at home with a lot of time on my hands, and I am going to do the work necessary to ensure that time is the ONLY thing I hold in my hands over this break. For real.
I have a lot of numbers that I let go by the wayside out of sheer laziness.
But that is not even my main concern. Numbers are just my throwaway plans. My goal is to improve my abilities, not necessarily lay chicks. That means that I'm not going to be outcome oriented. I'm going to actively exercise my technique and progress to develop a style of my own.
I had a realization a few nights ago when I was lying in bed: My most rapid improvements in the art of seduction came when I was actively TRYING SH!T OUT, not when I was on a reading frenzy. And I was actively trying **** out at the beginning of my DJ career-- whenever I was psyched up and I had absolutely nothing to lose. I remember it all too vividly.
In my eyes, the reactions I got were WILD. I remember early on in my DJing carreer, I was at a stoner party (even though I don't smoke and never have). Anyways, the importance of me mentioning this is that I remember TRYING OUT **** because I did not give a flying **** about the outcome. These chicks were all stoned out of their minds or drunk off their asses, so I didn't respect them, and I knew that they would probably not remember what I said or who I was after they came to their senses. I figured it was a good opportunity to try sh!t out and risk fvcking up since I had nothing to lose.
Well I rolled in there with my minimal education of what PU is (lol). Anyways, my movments... were a lot slower than normal... I used verbal........pauses....... to add tension to conversations. And while I paused, I maintained steady eye contact with the girls that never wavered.
I saw the girls' desire increasing rapidly for me. I felt like a green dot on the radar, whereas all the other guys around me looked like red dots; that is, I sensed that I was different from them. I was a burgeoning PUA and they were horny AFCs... trying to kiss girls' asses to get a lay... still caught in society's female-worshipping matrix... Drunk on their confidence juice and high as a kite to forget how much of losers they are.
This is 2004. Rapid advancements in technology have made it possible to interact with and listen to the top seducers in the world. Generations before us did not have this kind of CRAZY tool available to them.
There's no excuse why I or anyone else shouldn't be improving at a rapid pace. The only thing that is stopping anyone from advancing in this art is an unwillingness to try things out and make mistakes... which is a surefire way to learn and learn FAST.
My challenge to myself and to everyone reading this is to actively go out in the field in the next few weeks and consciously experiment with what we are reading so that we can learn quickly and internalize what works.
Otherwise, everything... all our time at this site and in the community... all we have read... all of the techniques and all of the theory... amount to NOTHING. I'll be damned if I let that happen and I hope you are fvcking with me on this ****. Let's do it.
I'm driving home tonight and suddenly I get a call. To my surprise it's HBAsian who I hadn't talked to in months.
her: Hey, whatcha doing?
me: Driving home.
her: I know...
me: ...what?
her: I'm in front of you
So we talk for a bit, mostly boring factual exchange... i should have led it into a sarge but I wasn't thinking. I thought I could just wing it since she threw me an IOI by calling me...bad move.
Anyways, I was being CF and I said something to the effect of "You give directions better than most girls."
And she goes "Are you saying guys give directions better than girls?" in a very serious and commanding tone.
*** I choked. I go, "Uh, well yeah, i mean usually that's been my experience, ya know? Like I suck at giving directions and I'm a guy, so we're both atypical."
Her: "Well hey, I just wanted to call you and talk til I got home, now I gotta go take a shower and get all the dirt and funk out my hair."
Me: "That's LOVELY. Have fun."
Her: "Haha..bye."
3 big mistakes in the paragraph set of by asterisks.
1) I failed the **** test. She got all serious to see if I would waver, and I did.
2) I said "ya know?" which is an approval-seeking filler that I need to stop using. The same applies to "right?".
3) I said "I suck at giving directions."
Boy oh boy. This girl has a way of showing me how much more work I have to do. I can't believe I said "I suck" just like an AFC would. DAMN.
Well, I learned from it: Hold your ground, eliminate word filler, and never highlight something you can't do or aren't good at.
Yeah, I should have known that....
I'm gonna follow-up on this girl because I could use the practice. I don't know if she has a boyfriend or not, but if I attract her and bait her into chasing me (via freezouts), then he shouldn't matter and I should do ok. I am going to prepare a few stories that convey good qualities about me and practice push/pull and qualifying along with freezeouts.
Of course, the standard kino, eye contact and CF ballbusting will all be in my repertoire, but I plan on going easy on the CF since I apparently already have high value via my bodylanguage, tonality, and possibly looks; too much more DHV and I'll blow myself out. Need more rapport and qualifying.
I am sure that naturals have made way more mistakes than I have on her, so she should be able to forget about the fvckups I made tonight.
This is exactly the kind of hot, high-value girl I want as a FB, so she will be good practice.
I will also call 2 other girls I had class with this year in the next few days.
her: Hey, whatcha doing?
me: Driving home.
her: I know...
me: ...what?
her: I'm in front of you
So we talk for a bit, mostly boring factual exchange... i should have led it into a sarge but I wasn't thinking. I thought I could just wing it since she threw me an IOI by calling me...bad move.
Anyways, I was being CF and I said something to the effect of "You give directions better than most girls."
And she goes "Are you saying guys give directions better than girls?" in a very serious and commanding tone.
*** I choked. I go, "Uh, well yeah, i mean usually that's been my experience, ya know? Like I suck at giving directions and I'm a guy, so we're both atypical."
Her: "Well hey, I just wanted to call you and talk til I got home, now I gotta go take a shower and get all the dirt and funk out my hair."
Me: "That's LOVELY. Have fun."
Her: "Haha..bye."
3 big mistakes in the paragraph set of by asterisks.
1) I failed the **** test. She got all serious to see if I would waver, and I did.
2) I said "ya know?" which is an approval-seeking filler that I need to stop using. The same applies to "right?".
3) I said "I suck at giving directions."
Boy oh boy. This girl has a way of showing me how much more work I have to do. I can't believe I said "I suck" just like an AFC would. DAMN.
Well, I learned from it: Hold your ground, eliminate word filler, and never highlight something you can't do or aren't good at.
Yeah, I should have known that....
I'm gonna follow-up on this girl because I could use the practice. I don't know if she has a boyfriend or not, but if I attract her and bait her into chasing me (via freezouts), then he shouldn't matter and I should do ok. I am going to prepare a few stories that convey good qualities about me and practice push/pull and qualifying along with freezeouts.
Of course, the standard kino, eye contact and CF ballbusting will all be in my repertoire, but I plan on going easy on the CF since I apparently already have high value via my bodylanguage, tonality, and possibly looks; too much more DHV and I'll blow myself out. Need more rapport and qualifying.
I am sure that naturals have made way more mistakes than I have on her, so she should be able to forget about the fvckups I made tonight.
This is exactly the kind of hot, high-value girl I want as a FB, so she will be good practice.
I will also call 2 other girls I had class with this year in the next few days.
PuertoRican_Lover
Banned
Re: Back from the shadows
You, my man, are analyzing things way too much ( as guys on masf do). Enough with the girl chasing and self critique - it is time for conquest without deliberation or scrutiny!! Get a girl without all the psycho analysis and depend on your own masculinity!!!
By your writings you seem to be a very intelligent and humorous young man - have you ever used your intelligence and humor as an asset to gain the favor of the opposite sex?? These two qualities will get you more women than you can handle.
Enough with trying to impress - use the assets that you have and not the ones that are non-existent and of which you are trying to develop!!!!!!
Great line, if you indeed did say such! A supreme 'neg-hit' as they say on sosuave.Originally posted by Duke
[B I scoff as I'm eating my croissant sandwich and go, "What, a hand model?"
She gets this
You, my man, are analyzing things way too much ( as guys on masf do). Enough with the girl chasing and self critique - it is time for conquest without deliberation or scrutiny!! Get a girl without all the psycho analysis and depend on your own masculinity!!!
By your writings you seem to be a very intelligent and humorous young man - have you ever used your intelligence and humor as an asset to gain the favor of the opposite sex?? These two qualities will get you more women than you can handle.
Enough with trying to impress - use the assets that you have and not the ones that are non-existent and of which you are trying to develop!!!!!!
PRL, its good to see you're still around! Thanks man! That sounds like a cleverly disguised sincere compliment. Thanks!
You're right in the sense that so far I've always performed my best PUs when I've been relaxed and everything was simplified. But in order to increase my efficiency, it's best to have some sort of system instead of just "winging it."
Goodlooking naturals "wing it" all the time. If I also choose to "wing it," then I have to compete with those guys, who are on the same playing field as me when it comes to game, except they might be taller or have sharper cheekbones.
So instead, I choose to follow an outlined plan designed to throw girls through intense emotions and pump their buying temp... just like a good comedian has pre-defined material guaranteed to get laughs, so should a good PUA have pre-defined material guaranteed to get attraction.
Jerry Seinfeld is a damn good comedian. And I'm sure he does some throwaway improv just to see what works.
But whenever Jerry plays a packed house, say the MGM Grand or Madison Square Garden... do you think he WINGS IT? Hell no. He uses field-tested material guaranteed to get laughs and KILL the audience.
Some guys over here (sosuave.com) have an aversion to using memorized, effective material. And I can see where you guys are coming from. It can feel fake and incongruent if you're not at one with what you are doing, but I don't have that problem anymore. It does help to have your OWN material that YOU made up, though.
Cheers,
Duke
You're right in the sense that so far I've always performed my best PUs when I've been relaxed and everything was simplified. But in order to increase my efficiency, it's best to have some sort of system instead of just "winging it."
Goodlooking naturals "wing it" all the time. If I also choose to "wing it," then I have to compete with those guys, who are on the same playing field as me when it comes to game, except they might be taller or have sharper cheekbones.
So instead, I choose to follow an outlined plan designed to throw girls through intense emotions and pump their buying temp... just like a good comedian has pre-defined material guaranteed to get laughs, so should a good PUA have pre-defined material guaranteed to get attraction.
Jerry Seinfeld is a damn good comedian. And I'm sure he does some throwaway improv just to see what works.
But whenever Jerry plays a packed house, say the MGM Grand or Madison Square Garden... do you think he WINGS IT? Hell no. He uses field-tested material guaranteed to get laughs and KILL the audience.
Some guys over here (sosuave.com) have an aversion to using memorized, effective material. And I can see where you guys are coming from. It can feel fake and incongruent if you're not at one with what you are doing, but I don't have that problem anymore. It does help to have your OWN material that YOU made up, though.
Cheers,
Duke
I am a natural talker.
I didn't notice it til a girl pointed it out on the phone just now. She said, "You talk a lot more on the phone than you do in real life."
All this time I've been living with the false belief that I am just "shy" or "inhibited" or I don't have the gift of gab.
Wrong, wrong, and wrong. I just anchor a feeling to the phone that I have to talk. And there are no distractions, no self-consciousness. I just talk and talk and talk EFFORTLESSLY floating from one topic to the next, inserting DHV's on the fly and qualifying the girl on the spot. It's SO EASY. Just keep all this technical sh!t in the BACK of your mind so that your mind can still ACCESS it (like your mind picks it up off a shelf, or pulls it out of a toolbox, then puts it back where it belongs), but don't preoccupy yourself with what to say, or you will get paralysis by analysis and bomb socially.
I think this game is REALLY easy when you get going and RELAX and realize that these girls mean NOTHING. Detach the outcome and realize that all this sh!t is just for fun and that you are GRACING her with your uplifting presence and making her feel GOOD and attractive and powerful, and all these things that no one else can make her feel. Other people go on and on about themselves and bore her with their ho-hum factual exchange, but YOU, you EXCITE her and take her to magical places and back through the happiest memories of her childhood and make her feel like a little girl again. Time flows in and out, and she loses track of it as your voice carries her to where you want to go. And you just start talking, and you flow and go on autopilot, where talking only takes up 1% of your system resources and you just vibe and they dig you and this is all easy as sh!t, but the secret is to RELAX and let yourself shine and blind the fvck out of them so that they're in AWE and reeling and have to have you because you're so damn entrancing and magical.
It's about relaxation and FLOWING.
Some of the people I respect the most in this game have told me that I have the potential to go far, and I believe them. Whenever I go out, I need to remember that I am naturally talkative. NOT talking is NOT NATURAL and is holding me back from being a good PUA. It doesn't really matter WHAT I say as long as I am relaxed and the social pressure isn't inhibiting me. If I can relax, then I can be a ****ing great PUA.
I didn't notice it til a girl pointed it out on the phone just now. She said, "You talk a lot more on the phone than you do in real life."
All this time I've been living with the false belief that I am just "shy" or "inhibited" or I don't have the gift of gab.
Wrong, wrong, and wrong. I just anchor a feeling to the phone that I have to talk. And there are no distractions, no self-consciousness. I just talk and talk and talk EFFORTLESSLY floating from one topic to the next, inserting DHV's on the fly and qualifying the girl on the spot. It's SO EASY. Just keep all this technical sh!t in the BACK of your mind so that your mind can still ACCESS it (like your mind picks it up off a shelf, or pulls it out of a toolbox, then puts it back where it belongs), but don't preoccupy yourself with what to say, or you will get paralysis by analysis and bomb socially.
I think this game is REALLY easy when you get going and RELAX and realize that these girls mean NOTHING. Detach the outcome and realize that all this sh!t is just for fun and that you are GRACING her with your uplifting presence and making her feel GOOD and attractive and powerful, and all these things that no one else can make her feel. Other people go on and on about themselves and bore her with their ho-hum factual exchange, but YOU, you EXCITE her and take her to magical places and back through the happiest memories of her childhood and make her feel like a little girl again. Time flows in and out, and she loses track of it as your voice carries her to where you want to go. And you just start talking, and you flow and go on autopilot, where talking only takes up 1% of your system resources and you just vibe and they dig you and this is all easy as sh!t, but the secret is to RELAX and let yourself shine and blind the fvck out of them so that they're in AWE and reeling and have to have you because you're so damn entrancing and magical.
It's about relaxation and FLOWING.
Some of the people I respect the most in this game have told me that I have the potential to go far, and I believe them. Whenever I go out, I need to remember that I am naturally talkative. NOT talking is NOT NATURAL and is holding me back from being a good PUA. It doesn't really matter WHAT I say as long as I am relaxed and the social pressure isn't inhibiting me. If I can relax, then I can be a ****ing great PUA.
"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
FR: Indirect at club
I look smooth and head out to get some condoms.
It was at a gas station behind a plexiglass panel.
"Hey... do you guys sell condoms?"
"Yeah."
"...Can I get some?"
Then he hustles to the back and holds them up, and I give him the nod of approval. I shovel out two dollars and he goes "Have fun tonight," with a slight grin. Lol, I must look like a guy who can get laid, so that's cool.
Off to the club. I get in line with a bunch of tryhard Eduardos as Mystery calls them. Guys who puff out their chests and wear pinstripe shirts and try to look badass and come off totally tryhard.
I didn't make convo. I should have started up a convo with SOMEONE, but didn't really know what to talk about. Maybe something like "Man, freezing out, the weather's been totally ****ed up lately."
Or something. I dunno. Didn't feel the need to talk to the Eduardos, but my social proof went down, I know.
Get into the club, go upstairs, get myself a coke. I see a 5-set dancing and behaving like little kittens being drawn to the next shiny object.
I roll up on them and go, "Hey guys, I want a female opinion." A couple of them... the hotter ones... perk up and lean into me.
Now I should mention, that my bodylanguage was DIRECT when is said this so I ****ed up. I came in not facing them initially but after I finished asking my quesiton, I faced them. And I proceeded to lean in so I could hear them better. And I said "What?" once. ARGH!!!
So anyways, 1 or 2 of the uglies leans in after they see the HBs lean in. And I go "Hey guys, who lies more?"
One of them can't hear me, so I say it like 2 more times "Who lies more? Girls or guys?"
They answer.
"Well the reason I ask is because I have a friend... and... he has a girlfriend... well he cheated on her during the summer and..."
BOOM! ****. BLOWN OUT. The material sounded fake and I was facing them and leaning in. Blown the **** OUT. ****.
They break EC and start looking at each other and phasing me out of their circle and dancing again like retarded dance zombies. Like little kittens.
So I give them a wry look that says "Ok you guys are lame," and I walk off.
I stall and burn time instead of entering set, cuz I didn't feel I was ready to take on mixed sets, so I was just gunning for sets with girls only. I take a piss, get another coke and head back out.
I lean on the rail (Ugh, this is terrible for social proof. I should be in set at all times). However I do whip out my cell phone and act like I'm talking to someone on it. I also act like somebody keeps calling me back and I'm getting annoyed. Lol.
I look behind me towards the crowd of people in the bar and in my peripheral vision I spot a table of HBs and one of them turns me on, so roll up. THIS TIME, I made special note to consciously control my body language and WHEN I would shift it face them (after they earned it).
So I back off the railing a little bit and turn my head and go "Hey guys, I want a female opinion."
They lean in. My BL is neutral.
The UG periodically breaks my gaze. The HB is fully absorbed, though. I dunno why the UG acted so disinterested. Maybe she felt like I was overqualified for her?
"Who lies more? Girls or guys?"
HB: What?
I lean in a little closer to tell her, then withdraw again. ****. I gotta work on PROJECTING my voice in these loud-ass places. Like TD said, it is INSTANTLY attractive if you can project with your voice. Any programs or exercises to help me with this??
The HB is engaged. I tell them the G-string story and this time I am more congruent with it. The HB laughs and the UG wonders what's up so she leans in and goes "What?" and I repeat it, and the UG laughs and the HB laughs AGAIN.
Then I go "Are you guys best friends?"
HB: Yeah we are!!
(I'm thinking "****IN RIGHT! ****IN A!"
Me: Ohhh cool, wanna know how I know?
HB: How? (she's smiling)
I look at both of them and say "Ok what are your favorite shampoos?"
They look at each other.
HB is about to speak and I cut her off and go, "You don't even have to tell me! Everytime ya'll go to say something, ya'll GIRLCODE each other and look to check each other's facial expressions.
Of course, they GIRLCODE AGAIN and ****ing bust out laughing. I'm still a newbie, so I got a great thrill out of this. I was like "**** this **** works!" and I noticed the double-bind that TD talked about where they will have automatic reactions and FREAK themselves out because they can't stop whatever it is you just described about them.
Like if you look at them and go "Don't touch me" they'll go "No no no!" and of course they'll try to touch you and go "AHHH!" cuz its like a reflex.
HB broaches rapport. I strategically turn my body to face her now.
HB starts explaining how everyone at the table knows each other and she's like "Well actually its her birthday and we all went to an all-girls school."
Me: Oh? Which one?
HB: X school.
Me: OH COOL! Guess where I'm from!
HB: I dunno where?
Me: XZ school! (all-boy school across the street from her school).
Instant connection through commonality. NICE.
I talk about college and how it was so incredibly freeing and how I got out from under the thumb of my anal-retentive principal.
And she was like "Yeah, we did a LOT of partying during college, we were like rockstars."
Haha. She said "We were like rockstars." This chick seems COOL. I'm actually liking her. So I decide to do a little cold read.
I go, "Haha I bet the nuns at your school used to really get on you! I bet you were a BAD GIRL!"
She goes, "Oh yeah, I spent a lot of Saturdays over there (detention)!"
Now she says this sentence at the exact same time I say the sentence underneath this, so our thoughts collide and mesh since they are common. She goes, "It was like a prison!"
And I was like "Whoa! Saturdays! No way! I was watching a documentary on Angola today (famous louisiana prison) but I think they'd get more interesting material from your school haha"
We vibe and its really comfortable and I felt pressure to EJECT when it stalled, but she worked at it and kept it the conversation up and didn't seem to be uncomfortable. Then her ****ing UG ****BLOCK friend becomes a ****ing troll and goes, "HEY COME ON! LET'S GET OUT OF HEAR!! NAAAAAR!!!"
And I start smiling to myself cuz all of what I've read is coming true. ****ing ****blocks interfering because they feel unloved and jealous (boohoo). And trying to drag target away because they see her buying temperature rising. That ****ing slut. I should have made more of an effort to befriend her. LOL.
I look smooth and head out to get some condoms.
It was at a gas station behind a plexiglass panel.
"Hey... do you guys sell condoms?"
"Yeah."
"...Can I get some?"
Then he hustles to the back and holds them up, and I give him the nod of approval. I shovel out two dollars and he goes "Have fun tonight," with a slight grin. Lol, I must look like a guy who can get laid, so that's cool.
Off to the club. I get in line with a bunch of tryhard Eduardos as Mystery calls them. Guys who puff out their chests and wear pinstripe shirts and try to look badass and come off totally tryhard.
I didn't make convo. I should have started up a convo with SOMEONE, but didn't really know what to talk about. Maybe something like "Man, freezing out, the weather's been totally ****ed up lately."
Or something. I dunno. Didn't feel the need to talk to the Eduardos, but my social proof went down, I know.
Get into the club, go upstairs, get myself a coke. I see a 5-set dancing and behaving like little kittens being drawn to the next shiny object.
I roll up on them and go, "Hey guys, I want a female opinion." A couple of them... the hotter ones... perk up and lean into me.
Now I should mention, that my bodylanguage was DIRECT when is said this so I ****ed up. I came in not facing them initially but after I finished asking my quesiton, I faced them. And I proceeded to lean in so I could hear them better. And I said "What?" once. ARGH!!!
So anyways, 1 or 2 of the uglies leans in after they see the HBs lean in. And I go "Hey guys, who lies more?"
One of them can't hear me, so I say it like 2 more times "Who lies more? Girls or guys?"
They answer.
"Well the reason I ask is because I have a friend... and... he has a girlfriend... well he cheated on her during the summer and..."
BOOM! ****. BLOWN OUT. The material sounded fake and I was facing them and leaning in. Blown the **** OUT. ****.
They break EC and start looking at each other and phasing me out of their circle and dancing again like retarded dance zombies. Like little kittens.
So I give them a wry look that says "Ok you guys are lame," and I walk off.
I stall and burn time instead of entering set, cuz I didn't feel I was ready to take on mixed sets, so I was just gunning for sets with girls only. I take a piss, get another coke and head back out.
I lean on the rail (Ugh, this is terrible for social proof. I should be in set at all times). However I do whip out my cell phone and act like I'm talking to someone on it. I also act like somebody keeps calling me back and I'm getting annoyed. Lol.
I look behind me towards the crowd of people in the bar and in my peripheral vision I spot a table of HBs and one of them turns me on, so roll up. THIS TIME, I made special note to consciously control my body language and WHEN I would shift it face them (after they earned it).
So I back off the railing a little bit and turn my head and go "Hey guys, I want a female opinion."
They lean in. My BL is neutral.
The UG periodically breaks my gaze. The HB is fully absorbed, though. I dunno why the UG acted so disinterested. Maybe she felt like I was overqualified for her?
"Who lies more? Girls or guys?"
HB: What?
I lean in a little closer to tell her, then withdraw again. ****. I gotta work on PROJECTING my voice in these loud-ass places. Like TD said, it is INSTANTLY attractive if you can project with your voice. Any programs or exercises to help me with this??
The HB is engaged. I tell them the G-string story and this time I am more congruent with it. The HB laughs and the UG wonders what's up so she leans in and goes "What?" and I repeat it, and the UG laughs and the HB laughs AGAIN.
Then I go "Are you guys best friends?"
HB: Yeah we are!!
(I'm thinking "****IN RIGHT! ****IN A!"
Me: Ohhh cool, wanna know how I know?
HB: How?
(she's smiling)I look at both of them and say "Ok what are your favorite shampoos?"
They look at each other.
HB is about to speak and I cut her off and go, "You don't even have to tell me! Everytime ya'll go to say something, ya'll GIRLCODE each other and look to check each other's facial expressions.
Of course, they GIRLCODE AGAIN and ****ing bust out laughing. I'm still a newbie, so I got a great thrill out of this. I was like "**** this **** works!" and I noticed the double-bind that TD talked about where they will have automatic reactions and FREAK themselves out because they can't stop whatever it is you just described about them.
Like if you look at them and go "Don't touch me" they'll go "No no no!" and of course they'll try to touch you and go "AHHH!" cuz its like a reflex.
HB broaches rapport. I strategically turn my body to face her now.
HB starts explaining how everyone at the table knows each other and she's like "Well actually its her birthday and we all went to an all-girls school."
Me: Oh? Which one?
HB: X school.
Me: OH COOL! Guess where I'm from!
HB: I dunno where?
Me: XZ school! (all-boy school across the street from her school).
Instant connection through commonality. NICE.
I talk about college and how it was so incredibly freeing and how I got out from under the thumb of my anal-retentive principal.
And she was like "Yeah, we did a LOT of partying during college, we were like rockstars."
Haha. She said "We were like rockstars." This chick seems COOL. I'm actually liking her. So I decide to do a little cold read.
I go, "Haha I bet the nuns at your school used to really get on you! I bet you were a BAD GIRL!"
She goes, "Oh yeah, I spent a lot of Saturdays over there (detention)!"
Now she says this sentence at the exact same time I say the sentence underneath this, so our thoughts collide and mesh since they are common. She goes, "It was like a prison!"
And I was like "Whoa! Saturdays! No way! I was watching a documentary on Angola today (famous louisiana prison) but I think they'd get more interesting material from your school haha"
We vibe and its really comfortable and I felt pressure to EJECT when it stalled, but she worked at it and kept it the conversation up and didn't seem to be uncomfortable. Then her ****ing UG ****BLOCK friend becomes a ****ing troll and goes, "HEY COME ON! LET'S GET OUT OF HEAR!! NAAAAAR!!!"
And I start smiling to myself cuz all of what I've read is coming true. ****ing ****blocks interfering because they feel unloved and jealous (boohoo). And trying to drag target away because they see her buying temperature rising. That ****ing slut. I should have made more of an effort to befriend her. LOL.
So I do the Mystery, "This was good... *pause*... too bad we won't get to continue this.
HB: Yeah, I knooow, it was fun...
I waited for her to volunteer her number, but she didn't, so i took that as an IOD. Maybe she was waiting for me to ask her for hers though, cuz she sat around for like a minute straight just talking to UG ****BLOCK (probably *****ing her out for being a the ****ing UG ****BLOCK that she is).
So finally the UG acknowledges me again and goes "Hey I'm sorry if I interrupted. It was nice meeting you."
Me: "Pleasure meeting you." (formal handshake)
Then I look to HB and go, "It was nice meeting you!"
She goes, "You tooo!" and takes my hand in both her hands and looks me in the eyes.
I'm thinking "WTF!!" cuz like she sees me as REALLY HIGH VALUE. Its nuts but its awesome.
And while she's holding my hand in her hands she goes, "And thanks! Thank you for making my night!"
Hahaha. That felt AWESOME doods. Like it made sarging WORTH IT. FINALLY. This is the kind of stuff I like to hear.
Well anyways, I'd found out earlier that she'd graduated the high school in 1996, and I guessed she graduated in 2000. I graduated in 2004, so she was about 8 years older than me. Uhhh 26? But she was ****ing hot. I would have done her, and she didn't believe me when I told her I graduated in 2004. Like I guess guys my age have no balls and would never approach her. She was like "NO WAY!" when i told her that I graduated in 2004. I took that as an IOI. Like she's saying "You come off like a MAN to me, so **** our age difference." **** I wanted to hit that so ****ing bad!! LOL. Next time I will try to befriend the ****blocks more and ISOLATE from the table to a quieter place (booth).
Ok so the night wears on. One other thing I want to mention is that Badboy's bodylanguage stuff helped me relax BIGTIME. I sat in a chair, spread out, put one of my feet on another chair, and ****, I just started feeling like THE ****. I did this throughout the night, just forgot to mention it earlier in the FR.
So after that, I calibrate what I could have done better and lean on the rail. I shouldn't have leaned on the rail, but I didn't feel like I was ready to enter another set. I know, excuses. I kept mentally analyzing what I could be doing better and how ****ing KEY the body language is (not leaning in, not facing them too soon).
While I'm on the rail, I spot a natural. He's a pretty goodlooking guy, with a black pony-tail. Think 6'1 young Antonia Bandaras/Johnny Depp crossover.
He was holding a cigarette in one hand and a drink in another, leaning against the bar. A HB with blonde hair was leaning against him, touching his chest and making googly eyes at him.
He acted unphased. Just leaning back, being totally NON NEEDY. Barely looking down at her. Like she's just nothing to him and she has to work EXTRA ****ING HARD to get his attention by doing overt kino.
He moves with a slow grace, raising his cigarette-holding hand to let someone by. He's totally chilled out, basically ignoring this HB8 who is reduced to an AFC.
I get distracted by this goofy-ass 300-pound 30-something white guy on the dance platform trying to dance to rap. Hahaha. He's the prototypical AFC you see at one of David D's seminars who just plain sucks at being cool. He tries, and I die laughing from this guy.
I look back down and I seen the natural in the same spot, but this time a BRUNETTE CHICK is laying into him the same way the blonde was. He looks down to acknowledge her every now and then and say 6 or 7 words, then goes back to drinking, smoking, and chewing ice and looking unphased. Couple seconds later, the blonde parades by him giving him googly eyes again and he looks at her and the brunette is touching his chest trying to get his attention. Then the guy pulls out his cell phone and looks at it like "WTF stop calling me!" and puts it away.
This dude is MAD SOCIAL PROOFED. It showed me how ****ing POWERFUL it is to have women know that other women want you, and I remembered thinking, "****, I have GOT to get a pivot to come with me. This is ****ing insane. The effect that social proof has CANNOT be underestimated at ALL."
I turned around and noticed a HB9 talking to some dude, but the dude looked like he wasn't getting any *****. I could just tell. He didn't look alpha. So I knew that she probably wans't with him or would cheat on him in an instant.
So I turn around and make EC with her, and she's looking directly into my eyes BLATANTLY RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE DUDE SHE IS WITH. I'm completely amused at how I'm OWNING HIM so I crack a grin and the HB sees it. I turn bak around and continue observing the natural and the white guy with no flow.
Then I turn back around to see what the HB9 was doing. We make EC AGAIN.
I continue watching.
5 minutes later, the blonde shows up.
I'm like "HOLY ****. No way. She followed my approach invitation? Nahh, can't be the same girl."
So I looked back like 4 times but couldn't find her, so this was HER!
I was about to say "Hey ever notice how everyone dancing is always LOOKING AT EACH OTHER to see if they're doing it right?" and then launch into who lies more, but I was in such bewilderment that I just out-alpha'd a guy and got the girl to approach me that I choked and didn't get it out in time.
One of her friends came over, then left.
And I realized that I could benefit from some social proof at that moment since I'd been standing on the rail for so long.
I notice a 9 and a drop-dead 10 sitting at a table behind me. I open them, keeping BL neutral.
"Hey guys, can I get quick a female opinion? Who lies more? Girls or guys?"
(notice I said QUICK and had my feet pointing away from them, cuz I really WAS about to leave)
HB9: What? What?
Me: Who lies more? Girls or guys?
HB10: I think it all depends. It varies from person to person.
HB9: Yeah, yeah, it varies.
I'm thinking "****. ****. This is what I think too! But if I agree with them, then I can't launch into the routine. They're cool though cuz think like me so they must be smart. ****, just roll with it. Disregard what they say. Own the frame."
And in that moment of confusion, I faced them and LEANED IN so they could hear me and, I explained the G-string story to them.
I started fumbling the story for some ****ing reason. Like it started out good. Then towards the end, I had some pauses where i was trying to remember how to phrase stuff and it came off weird. They started breaking EC and girlcoding, "He's sketchy" and I knew the set was blown out cuz I LEANED IN and faced them too early and had my eyes moving around while I was telling the story like I was making **** up. LOL. In the second set, the story came out best, cuz I maintained eye contact and pretty much CONVINCED MYSELF that all this **** really happened. Like I believed it.
But in the third set, I faltered and looked around, and they knew I was probably bull****ting. I got a laugh from them though.
The HB9 started laughing then the 10 goes, "What? What? Huh?"
So I explain it to her cuz apparently she ZONED OUT when I leaned in and didn't bother to listen to me. So I tell her and they both start laughing again.
That felt so good. Seeing two beautiful women gleefully enjoying my presence. I'm sure I looked like THE MAN to everyone who saw me. But it's really pretty easy.
Then I go "Hey but I gotta go. Cool meeting ya'll," and I tap the HB10's back as I leave.
I wanted them to go "No, wait, come back where are you going?!" But they didn't. Probably because I only hung out with them for like 3 minutes and they felt like it would be weird and needy to try to stop me.
In fact, they didn't say anything. They just sat there. Haha come to think of it, they might have felt like I snubbed them! LOL!
Also, I got 3 cokes that night. The bartender didn't make me pay for the last 2? I wonder why? He didn't need the dollar? He thought I was a cool guy? Does anyone know why this happens?
Anyways, FUN NIGHT. Sarging is ****ing addictive. I felt like a social puppet-master. We actually grace people with our presence and break up their monotany and make them laugh and share a good time with them. It's SO FUN.
Improvement points:
One or two more routines
Use of push/pull
Use of negs
Greater CF misinterpretation
Strawberry fields/cube game for isolation reason
Work on isolating girl from peer-group
Befriend the ****blocks
I welcome all feedback.
Comments? Suggestions?
Thanks
-Duke
HB: Yeah, I knooow, it was fun...
I waited for her to volunteer her number, but she didn't, so i took that as an IOD. Maybe she was waiting for me to ask her for hers though, cuz she sat around for like a minute straight just talking to UG ****BLOCK (probably *****ing her out for being a the ****ing UG ****BLOCK that she is).
So finally the UG acknowledges me again and goes "Hey I'm sorry if I interrupted. It was nice meeting you."
Me: "Pleasure meeting you." (formal handshake)
Then I look to HB and go, "It was nice meeting you!"
She goes, "You tooo!" and takes my hand in both her hands and looks me in the eyes.
I'm thinking "WTF!!" cuz like she sees me as REALLY HIGH VALUE. Its nuts but its awesome.
And while she's holding my hand in her hands she goes, "And thanks! Thank you for making my night!"
Hahaha. That felt AWESOME doods. Like it made sarging WORTH IT. FINALLY. This is the kind of stuff I like to hear.
Well anyways, I'd found out earlier that she'd graduated the high school in 1996, and I guessed she graduated in 2000. I graduated in 2004, so she was about 8 years older than me. Uhhh 26? But she was ****ing hot. I would have done her, and she didn't believe me when I told her I graduated in 2004. Like I guess guys my age have no balls and would never approach her. She was like "NO WAY!" when i told her that I graduated in 2004. I took that as an IOI. Like she's saying "You come off like a MAN to me, so **** our age difference." **** I wanted to hit that so ****ing bad!! LOL. Next time I will try to befriend the ****blocks more and ISOLATE from the table to a quieter place (booth).
Ok so the night wears on. One other thing I want to mention is that Badboy's bodylanguage stuff helped me relax BIGTIME. I sat in a chair, spread out, put one of my feet on another chair, and ****, I just started feeling like THE ****. I did this throughout the night, just forgot to mention it earlier in the FR.
So after that, I calibrate what I could have done better and lean on the rail. I shouldn't have leaned on the rail, but I didn't feel like I was ready to enter another set. I know, excuses. I kept mentally analyzing what I could be doing better and how ****ing KEY the body language is (not leaning in, not facing them too soon).
While I'm on the rail, I spot a natural. He's a pretty goodlooking guy, with a black pony-tail. Think 6'1 young Antonia Bandaras/Johnny Depp crossover.
He was holding a cigarette in one hand and a drink in another, leaning against the bar. A HB with blonde hair was leaning against him, touching his chest and making googly eyes at him.
He acted unphased. Just leaning back, being totally NON NEEDY. Barely looking down at her. Like she's just nothing to him and she has to work EXTRA ****ING HARD to get his attention by doing overt kino.
He moves with a slow grace, raising his cigarette-holding hand to let someone by. He's totally chilled out, basically ignoring this HB8 who is reduced to an AFC.
I get distracted by this goofy-ass 300-pound 30-something white guy on the dance platform trying to dance to rap. Hahaha. He's the prototypical AFC you see at one of David D's seminars who just plain sucks at being cool. He tries, and I die laughing from this guy.
I look back down and I seen the natural in the same spot, but this time a BRUNETTE CHICK is laying into him the same way the blonde was. He looks down to acknowledge her every now and then and say 6 or 7 words, then goes back to drinking, smoking, and chewing ice and looking unphased. Couple seconds later, the blonde parades by him giving him googly eyes again and he looks at her and the brunette is touching his chest trying to get his attention. Then the guy pulls out his cell phone and looks at it like "WTF stop calling me!" and puts it away.
This dude is MAD SOCIAL PROOFED. It showed me how ****ing POWERFUL it is to have women know that other women want you, and I remembered thinking, "****, I have GOT to get a pivot to come with me. This is ****ing insane. The effect that social proof has CANNOT be underestimated at ALL."
I turned around and noticed a HB9 talking to some dude, but the dude looked like he wasn't getting any *****. I could just tell. He didn't look alpha. So I knew that she probably wans't with him or would cheat on him in an instant.
So I turn around and make EC with her, and she's looking directly into my eyes BLATANTLY RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE DUDE SHE IS WITH. I'm completely amused at how I'm OWNING HIM so I crack a grin and the HB sees it. I turn bak around and continue observing the natural and the white guy with no flow.
Then I turn back around to see what the HB9 was doing. We make EC AGAIN.
I continue watching.
5 minutes later, the blonde shows up.
I'm like "HOLY ****. No way. She followed my approach invitation? Nahh, can't be the same girl."
So I looked back like 4 times but couldn't find her, so this was HER!
I was about to say "Hey ever notice how everyone dancing is always LOOKING AT EACH OTHER to see if they're doing it right?" and then launch into who lies more, but I was in such bewilderment that I just out-alpha'd a guy and got the girl to approach me that I choked and didn't get it out in time.
One of her friends came over, then left.
And I realized that I could benefit from some social proof at that moment since I'd been standing on the rail for so long.
I notice a 9 and a drop-dead 10 sitting at a table behind me. I open them, keeping BL neutral.
"Hey guys, can I get quick a female opinion? Who lies more? Girls or guys?"
(notice I said QUICK and had my feet pointing away from them, cuz I really WAS about to leave)
HB9: What? What?
Me: Who lies more? Girls or guys?
HB10: I think it all depends. It varies from person to person.
HB9: Yeah, yeah, it varies.
I'm thinking "****. ****. This is what I think too! But if I agree with them, then I can't launch into the routine. They're cool though cuz think like me so they must be smart. ****, just roll with it. Disregard what they say. Own the frame."
And in that moment of confusion, I faced them and LEANED IN so they could hear me and, I explained the G-string story to them.
I started fumbling the story for some ****ing reason. Like it started out good. Then towards the end, I had some pauses where i was trying to remember how to phrase stuff and it came off weird. They started breaking EC and girlcoding, "He's sketchy" and I knew the set was blown out cuz I LEANED IN and faced them too early and had my eyes moving around while I was telling the story like I was making **** up. LOL. In the second set, the story came out best, cuz I maintained eye contact and pretty much CONVINCED MYSELF that all this **** really happened. Like I believed it.
But in the third set, I faltered and looked around, and they knew I was probably bull****ting. I got a laugh from them though.
The HB9 started laughing then the 10 goes, "What? What? Huh?"
So I explain it to her cuz apparently she ZONED OUT when I leaned in and didn't bother to listen to me. So I tell her and they both start laughing again.
That felt so good. Seeing two beautiful women gleefully enjoying my presence. I'm sure I looked like THE MAN to everyone who saw me. But it's really pretty easy.
Then I go "Hey but I gotta go. Cool meeting ya'll," and I tap the HB10's back as I leave.
I wanted them to go "No, wait, come back where are you going?!" But they didn't. Probably because I only hung out with them for like 3 minutes and they felt like it would be weird and needy to try to stop me.
In fact, they didn't say anything. They just sat there. Haha come to think of it, they might have felt like I snubbed them! LOL!
Also, I got 3 cokes that night. The bartender didn't make me pay for the last 2? I wonder why? He didn't need the dollar? He thought I was a cool guy? Does anyone know why this happens?
Anyways, FUN NIGHT. Sarging is ****ing addictive. I felt like a social puppet-master. We actually grace people with our presence and break up their monotany and make them laugh and share a good time with them. It's SO FUN.
Improvement points:
One or two more routines
Use of push/pull
Use of negs
Greater CF misinterpretation
Strawberry fields/cube game for isolation reason
Work on isolating girl from peer-group
Befriend the ****blocks
I welcome all feedback.
Comments? Suggestions?
Thanks
-Duke
Good read. In college I always used my cellphone to get some social proof, even if no one was calling hehe. Better then standing around looking dull.
Maybe this tape will help:
Sound of Your Voice - Carol Fleming (1 to 6) (Share Me) (Full Album) (Voice Lessons) (mp3's) (Self Help Audio Book).zip
I haven't tried it myself yet though. It should be on some p2p network.
Where do you get your best PUA material from? Just from AFS forums, or do you have some better websites with the best of the best?
Maybe this tape will help:
Sound of Your Voice - Carol Fleming (1 to 6) (Share Me) (Full Album) (Voice Lessons) (mp3's) (Self Help Audio Book).zip
I haven't tried it myself yet though. It should be on some p2p network.
Where do you get your best PUA material from? Just from AFS forums, or do you have some better websites with the best of the best?
Thanks for the props and for the voice suggestion. It's definitely a SP I need to fix.
For material, go here:
http://members.home.nl/olijrhook/
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http://members.home.nl/olijrhook/
"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
MrCode
Senior Don Juan
I just wanted to post to give you some moral support in opposition to that a*shole AFC roommate of yours. I realize you are probably past that now, but just in case:
You are quite a good looking guy and obviously intelligent and motivated, so there is no f*cking reason you should let some stupid jealous loser AFC bring you down. Seriously there are few things that piss me off more than some lame negative scumbag who tries to bring me or someone else down because of jealousy. My roommate does this to me too, especially when he is feeling down himself (misery loves company.) But like you I don't let it phase me anymore and I know he'll be grovelling at my feet begging for advice when he sees the kind of success I'm having (which I don't even try to brag about at all, which is what he tries to do with his lame "successes.") OK this post was supposed to be about you, but I'm making it about me.
To summarize: you are the man and don't ever forget it.
You are quite a good looking guy and obviously intelligent and motivated, so there is no f*cking reason you should let some stupid jealous loser AFC bring you down. Seriously there are few things that piss me off more than some lame negative scumbag who tries to bring me or someone else down because of jealousy. My roommate does this to me too, especially when he is feeling down himself (misery loves company.) But like you I don't let it phase me anymore and I know he'll be grovelling at my feet begging for advice when he sees the kind of success I'm having (which I don't even try to brag about at all, which is what he tries to do with his lame "successes.") OK this post was supposed to be about you, but I'm making it about me.
To summarize: you are the man and don't ever forget it.
MrCode,
Thank you sincerely.
You are 100% dead-on. A cool guy wouldn't try to bring me down. Cool guys in my dorm who know of my exploits try to learn from me and give me encouragement. They're like "Dude, that's so awesome. How did you pull it off?" And I do my best to explain it to them in terms they'll understand. And like, they congratulate me and value the knowledge that I can bestow them with.
My roommate is obviously very jealous. He keeps telling me to "stop reading that bullshyt" (talking about sosuave and ASF). "It's not going to work." Blah blah blah. Basically just being a negative sh!thead. Screw him, though man. During the Xmas holidays where I had only the company of myself to think and experiment, I've grown a lot. Without his NEGATIVITY around, I've made strides. What this shows me is that I have it within me to be EXCELLENT at whatever I chose to do (in this case, pickup) but that I have to totally ignore negativity emanating from outside forces (my roommate, AFC songs, etc).
Wanna know where my roommate is right now? Doing drugs because he's depressed that his oneitus GF (whom he never fvcked) broke up with him.
While I'm out giving gorgeous women an awesome time.
Doesn't surprise me .
Thank you for your support. I AM the man! You're the man, too MrCode. Thanks. I keep posting for people like you.
Thank you sincerely.
You are 100% dead-on. A cool guy wouldn't try to bring me down. Cool guys in my dorm who know of my exploits try to learn from me and give me encouragement. They're like "Dude, that's so awesome. How did you pull it off?" And I do my best to explain it to them in terms they'll understand. And like, they congratulate me and value the knowledge that I can bestow them with.
My roommate is obviously very jealous. He keeps telling me to "stop reading that bullshyt" (talking about sosuave and ASF). "It's not going to work." Blah blah blah. Basically just being a negative sh!thead. Screw him, though man. During the Xmas holidays where I had only the company of myself to think and experiment, I've grown a lot. Without his NEGATIVITY around, I've made strides. What this shows me is that I have it within me to be EXCELLENT at whatever I chose to do (in this case, pickup) but that I have to totally ignore negativity emanating from outside forces (my roommate, AFC songs, etc).
Wanna know where my roommate is right now? Doing drugs because he's depressed that his oneitus GF (whom he never fvcked) broke up with him.
While I'm out giving gorgeous women an awesome time.
Doesn't surprise me
.Thank you for your support. I AM the man! You're the man, too MrCode. Thanks
. I keep posting for people like you.
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MrCode
Senior Don Juan
I'm glad I could give you some support. It is my pleasure.
Just to give a final thought on the negative roommate issue, you are not alone. Myself and some of my other friends who are also trying to improve with women have similar people in their lives. I like to think of it as a test from fate, or nature, or God, or whatever you choose to believe in.
If we can overcome such a negative force that is so close to us, it will be that much easier to find the power within to overcome some of the negativity that exists in the rest of the world. Also you can have solace in the fact that those negative people will never have the kind of success we have until they change that attitude.
Just to give a final thought on the negative roommate issue, you are not alone. Myself and some of my other friends who are also trying to improve with women have similar people in their lives. I like to think of it as a test from fate, or nature, or God, or whatever you choose to believe in.
If we can overcome such a negative force that is so close to us, it will be that much easier to find the power within to overcome some of the negativity that exists in the rest of the world. Also you can have solace in the fact that those negative people will never have the kind of success we have until they change that attitude.
Definitely, man. I see it as a sort of test as well. It's like nature's trying to see if our intent maybe isn't as strong as we thought? Constantly throwing little vortexes at us to see if we'll get sucked back in.
But other positive people are ready and willing to share their experiences and support one another. Even though we're miles apart, we're still unified in our intent and our purpose and we help each other keep going and NOT give up, even when the people closer in proximity to us are trying to bring us down.
We are stronger. Funny thing is, my roommate's attitude about this site and about what I'm doing and how I'm changing is not relegated to just this... it PERVADES his life... he wallows in negativity and depression and he makes himself miserable for it. I will let such people drown in the mud-pit that they have created for themselves. I refuse to get dragged down with them. They shall die a lonely death. Their destiny is not mine.
Knowing that other people are keeping strong in similar situations is helpful to me. We are stronger. To let the negative people out there affect us would be to undermine all the positive results we've gotten, all the hard work we've done to get OUT of that old, crummy mindset.
Join me in my race to the top or eat my fvcking dust. That's what I say. That goes for both guys and girls. I'm not satisfied with mediocrity from ANYONE...which is why I dumped my low-self esteem GF who didn't believe in herself OR ME. Constantly doubting me and self-conscious. Man GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!! LOL
Also, take solace in the fact that every successful in the person in the world had to deal with the SAME EXACT bullsh!t as that we deal with.
Michael Jordan had to deal with the naysayers on a day to day basis. People would always criticise him and tell him he's wasting his time, that he sucks. He was in our shoes. So was Bill Gates. So was Hugh Hefner. Anytime anyone makes an effort to break out of the pit of mediocrity, people SWARM to attack you, because they perceive that you're trying to be better than them, and the jealousy eats them alive.
But I ask you. Where is Michael Jordan now? Where is Bill Gates? Where is Hugh Hefner?
Michael Jordan roared like a lion as he towered over the competition, slam-dunking over the heads of guys in the NBA, as ferocious crowds, who were once the same people who held him down, now cheered wildly for their hero.
Bill Gates is wiping his ass with Benjamins while the guys who talked sh!t and told him he couldn't do it are still working retail trying to make ends meet for their fatass wife and kids.
Hugh Hefner lives in a fvcking mansion with a Harem of babes, because he went against social convention and he didn't stop trying to do what he wanted to do, even though people called him perverted, morally reprehensible and a dreamer.
LOOK AT WHERE THESE PEOPLE ARE. These people were once US. They were working to unify body and mind, strength of intent with ACTION, and constantly pushing forward when people were pushing against them and doing everything in their power to keep them MEDIOCRE.
They, like us, said "FVCK MEDIOCRITY. GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!"
And now they are living their dreams every day. The weak look at them and say "I could never do that. They were lucky."
The wise look at them and say, "If they can do it, so can I. I am going to be extraordinary."
Cue "Eye of the Tiger"
But other positive people are ready and willing to share their experiences and support one another. Even though we're miles apart, we're still unified in our intent and our purpose and we help each other keep going and NOT give up, even when the people closer in proximity to us are trying to bring us down.
We are stronger. Funny thing is, my roommate's attitude about this site and about what I'm doing and how I'm changing is not relegated to just this... it PERVADES his life... he wallows in negativity and depression and he makes himself miserable for it. I will let such people drown in the mud-pit that they have created for themselves. I refuse to get dragged down with them. They shall die a lonely death. Their destiny is not mine.
Knowing that other people are keeping strong in similar situations is helpful to me. We are stronger. To let the negative people out there affect us would be to undermine all the positive results we've gotten, all the hard work we've done to get OUT of that old, crummy mindset.
Join me in my race to the top or eat my fvcking dust. That's what I say. That goes for both guys and girls. I'm not satisfied with mediocrity from ANYONE...which is why I dumped my low-self esteem GF who didn't believe in herself OR ME. Constantly doubting me and self-conscious. Man GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!! LOL
Also, take solace in the fact that every successful in the person in the world had to deal with the SAME EXACT bullsh!t as that we deal with.
Michael Jordan had to deal with the naysayers on a day to day basis. People would always criticise him and tell him he's wasting his time, that he sucks. He was in our shoes. So was Bill Gates. So was Hugh Hefner. Anytime anyone makes an effort to break out of the pit of mediocrity, people SWARM to attack you, because they perceive that you're trying to be better than them, and the jealousy eats them alive.
But I ask you. Where is Michael Jordan now? Where is Bill Gates? Where is Hugh Hefner?
Michael Jordan roared like a lion as he towered over the competition, slam-dunking over the heads of guys in the NBA, as ferocious crowds, who were once the same people who held him down, now cheered wildly for their hero.
Bill Gates is wiping his ass with Benjamins while the guys who talked sh!t and told him he couldn't do it are still working retail trying to make ends meet for their fatass wife and kids.
Hugh Hefner lives in a fvcking mansion with a Harem of babes, because he went against social convention and he didn't stop trying to do what he wanted to do, even though people called him perverted, morally reprehensible and a dreamer.
LOOK AT WHERE THESE PEOPLE ARE. These people were once US. They were working to unify body and mind, strength of intent with ACTION, and constantly pushing forward when people were pushing against them and doing everything in their power to keep them MEDIOCRE.
They, like us, said "FVCK MEDIOCRITY. GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!"
And now they are living their dreams every day. The weak look at them and say "I could never do that. They were lucky."
The wise look at them and say, "If they can do it, so can I. I am going to be extraordinary."
Cue "Eye of the Tiger"
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"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
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.