Vulpine
Master Don Juan
Your boyfriend giving me a massage would sure relieve a lot of stress.
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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.
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.
Ther was absolutely no reason for you to reply to this thread. Dude's doing an interesting field report, it can only help him and the other guys here. You're an embecile troll, looking for attention. Now go and suck on your popsicle.Anomalous said:Whatever you say! I know you want be but I don't swing that way!
Your like my little boy, Vulpine. Come up with something else to get rid of all your stress.
Vulpine said:Your boyfriend giving me a massage would sure relieve a lot of stress.
speed dawg said:Moderators, this asshat "Anomalous" is hijacking a very good thread.
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.
He's not your boyfriend anymore? Ahaha, he totally dumped you for me, didn't he?Anomalous said:Thats not my BF because I don't have one!! Um... I guess you have a boyfriend. Aw so cute Vulpine is all grown up.![]()
Get real!
Vulpine said:Deleting #36-48 would be a nice clean up, but I dunno. A high school kid trying to AMOG me online and getting repeatedly tooled is kinda funny. That's what kids get for flaming in the "Mature Man" forum.
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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Lol, fat chicks are so disgusting, wtf?!!! EW. :nervous:Vulpine said:On the way back, she ducked into the bushes and started to take a p!ss right in plain view of me: silly fatties and their antics.
fatty: *squats*
V: "Nice. Looks like you need a shave. Don't forget to wipe... oh, my bad, drip dry."
fatty: "Whatever, shut up. I had to go."
V: "You couldn't have waited? We aren't even 300 yards away!"
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.