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Master Don Juan
Dont lower your standards....thats all i can say.
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.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
I allready hinted something which I am not proud of when I answered Angelus question. :nervous:blinkwatt said:Use this to your advantage,blackmail her. No girl wants anyone to know that she farted. I smell a free lunch,courtesy of her.
. . . I mean... come on! :crazy:Everyone farts, but everyone craps too. Even smiling can be out of order in some situations.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!:crackup:SamePendo said:You get the idea.
She farted.
I could not ****ing believe it. I mean, it was like an alien walked by, I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. But it slowly sunk ito me... the bytch farted!!!
The ***** farted.
Schmuck said:Did she raise her right leg just before she farted and strain really hard ?
Did she go "ahhh, that was a good one", afterwards ?
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.
jokes man, jokesShe farted.
I could not ****ing believe it. I mean, it was like an alien walked by, I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. But it slowly sunk ito me... the bytch farted!!!
Still in awe, I said something by the lines of "well.. too bad it didn't work, maybe some other time we'll watch a movie". Giving a hint of her to go.
The ***** farted.
It's called a '***** fart', happens when you push air up there.SnowBlind77 said:one time i was F****** a chick doggystyle, and everytime i pulled out, she would fart (and it wasnt anal) i thought it was ****in wierd.....every happen to anyonie else?:nervous: