Ok i'm writing this drunk, so hopefully there aren't too many typos. ANyways so I was at the club, very cheap drinks so I had a few. I am new to the clubbing scene. So this pretty hot girl comes up to me and says "are you from such and such school?" I say "no..." and carry on a conversation realizing it's an opportunity. So anyways, I end up talking to her and her friends...and I realize it's hard keeping up a conversation with so many girls. Had to single them out. The good thing tho is that they are all pretty hot so I'm not too picky. So anyways I talk to them for alittle bit and then move on. I see them again and my friend starts to talk to the one girl that talked to me to begin with, but the entire time she is pretty much looking at me...even though I wasn't even talking. Pretty good right? So they're in their group talking, these guys are trying to hit on them but unsucessful. So anyways, my friend is pushing me to go up to them and ask them to dance. After debating whether to do it or not, I finally get the balls to walk with my friend and then walk up and ask who wants to dance. So I go up there...the original girl who talked to me leans her ear in like she wants to hear what I say...and the words just couldn't come out of my mouth. I was sitting there for like 3-4 seconds before I finally got out "you wanna dance?" and then she's like "Ohhh! you hesitated." then she did some wierd pinky swear thing and said she'd be back for me later on. Of course she never did. Man did I blow it by hesitating? The words seriously wouldn't come out of my mouth I feel like an idiot. She was pretty cute too and kept looking at me. Ah well...next time I guess.
"She Wants a Man, Not a Boy"
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.
FR: Chocked at the club - words wouldn't come out of my mouth
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"Nervous Around Beautiful Women? There's a Rule for That"
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
spider_007
Master Don Juan
same thing happend to me last yesturday, but then again I have toncilidus (sore throuth)
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To approach, but he keeps on forgettin
What he read here, every girl smells his fear
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s chokin, how everybody’s jokin now
The clock’s run out, time’s up over, Pal!
Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes 69, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that
Is he? no
He won’t have it , he knows his whole back city’s ropes
It don’t matter, he’s dope
He knows that, but he choked
He’s so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s
Back to the net again yo
This whole PUA sh*t
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him
weird al yankovich here i come
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To approach, but he keeps on forgettin
What he read here, every girl smells his fear
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s chokin, how everybody’s jokin now
The clock’s run out, time’s up over, Pal!
Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes 69, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that
Is he? no
He won’t have it , he knows his whole back city’s ropes
It don’t matter, he’s dope
He knows that, but he choked
He’s so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s
Back to the net again yo
This whole PUA sh*t
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him
weird al yankovich here i come
Big Eee Zee
Master Don Juan
fvcking brilliant!
"You Can't Argue a Woman Into Liking You"
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Good one!:crackup:Originally posted by quest
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To approach, but he keeps on forgettin
What he read here, every girl smells his fear
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s chokin, how everybody’s jokin now
The clock’s run out, time’s up over, Pal!
Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes 69, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that
Is he? no
He won’t have it , he knows his whole back city’s ropes
It don’t matter, he’s dope
He knows that, but he choked
He’s so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s
Back to the net again yo
This whole PUA sh*t
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him
weird al yankovich here i come