What was your other name?Originally posted by jonny football hero
Wrong again. I registered in 2002 (january) under a different name. So don't lecture me about what the forum used to be like. No i didn't write that.Nah, i did....
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.
What was your other name?Originally posted by jonny football hero
Wrong again. I registered in 2002 (january) under a different name. So don't lecture me about what the forum used to be like. No i didn't write that.Nah, i did....
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Not at all, I freely admit that I edited that word, along with several others since my comprehension was a little sloppy, to say the least. However, the difference is... that I didn't profess to be "that good of a student" and then ****-up just seconds after, looking like a halfwitOriginally posted by jonny football hero
Wrong again. I registered in 2002 (january) under a different name. So don't lecture me about what the forum used to be like. No i didn't write that.Nah, i did....
I don't think i'm the man.....i KNOW i am.
Will you? I've never tried that. You dare you question my spelling. Now who's doing some quick ass editing.
Originally posted by jonny football hero
Now. I am finished.
Eternal is a gob-sh!te
Giovanni Cassanova and Penkitten are made for each other, beacuse, frankly, no other right minded person wants them
With that said, i'm having some offline time. You know, people, live life......
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
Thank you. I think I'm going to request that all my posts be removed from the DJ Bible. I'm disgusted with the level of censorship I'm seeing on this site, and I'm not sure I want my advice affiliated with that. I despise censorship with a passion.Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
It seems like it's been a week or so since he last checked in. Last I knew his email address was [email protected]
and all the village people rejoice.Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
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Said the bitter, jealous, angry guy on the Internet forum who doesn't know either of them.
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wyld..Originally posted by Wyldfire
Thank you. I think I'm going to request that all my posts be removed from the DJ Bible. I'm disgusted with the level of censorship I'm seeing on this site, and I'm not sure I want my advice affiliated with that. I despise censorship with a passion.
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.