Vulpine
Master Don Juan
Your boyfriend giving me a massage would sure relieve a lot of stress.
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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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
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!"
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.