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Master Don Juan
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- Dec 28, 2013
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Hit on a hottie she said I tried bwfore. Got the number again. Five or six chicks came to block me from her. Que? Lol
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
Slowing down Is for pvssies bro. I'll stop when I'm deadBro! Slow your roll. Look at the frequency of your updates. Like it's Twitter or some chit. Live life first and thn get back. The chic in the pic is nothing special, but looks like she's hella ready to please. Bag it and then proceed with the fukkery at least.
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.
How is being drunk for weak ppl?I would say you need to stop getting drunk. Being drunk is for weak people
It will help you to sarge more and avoid getting in all these fights you twit about, also girl will be more open to you
Because it shows you are vulnerable... you need à externe stimulus to let you loose.. to deal with it this feeling (shy, sadness, stress, void etc.. anything)How is being drunk for weak ppl?
Drinking isn't a crutch. I do the same shvt drunk while sober.Because it shows you are vulnerable... you need à externe stimulus to let you loose.. to deal with it this feeling (shy, sadness, stress, void etc.. anything)
And that for it, to fill this lack, you ready to lose control of your body, tongue, mind, and even start smeeling bad.
There is no more turn off for a woman than à guy barely capable to staying straight, with alcool breath, trying to get in her
Also, you start losing your social dynamic capacity... thus you cant read her
Think this: why you need à drink to approach her? Why she will take the drunk over the perfectly sober guy who understand how to escaltate her.
We have a saying: Drinking is fun and a man activity, getting drunk is for the loser and kids.
At Corporate events they do judge you on the amount you drink.. the higher ups do check it.
Drink but always be in control, that's why i never go more than 2 or as soon i feel it in my blood.. water time
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.