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.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
Gaucho said:What is the point of this society?
What do they actually do/did?
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.
Yours maybe, there are many!Suicide said:As a practicing Freemanson, I can attest that you guys have no clue of what you're talking about.
It's a social fraternity, period.
There are many different forms, not masons people think they are, order templi type instances.Gaucho said:Excellent info, thanks guys.
This is a question I sometimes wondered, as I used to see Documentaries on the Freemasons from time to time, but even the documentaries did not clearly explain what they did.
Always seemed to me more of a boys club. Somewhere people go to feel important and they belong. Would also be good to establish social networks.
So Freemason societies are not interlinked? Each is its own seperate entity?
I read that within the society, there is an inner circle (where all the big decisions are made) and an outer circle (those in this circle beleive there is no inner circle as they never hear about it). That made me think, what "big decisions" do they make? If Freemason "clubs" are one big society, I can see how an "inner circle" could dictate financial markets etc.
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.
They also Jack the Ripper was a mason, helping to keep the princes reputation, who went a little bit too killer happy.penkitten said:they say the masons were in charge of hiding the holy grail.
penkitten said:its neat that when something was built before its time, they say the masons built it.
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.
Yeah as a practicing Freemanson I'm sure you're the representative of those above the 30 degree level.Suicide said:As a practicing Freemanson, I can attest that you guys have no clue of what you're talking about.
It's a social fraternity, period.
The Bilderbergers, Trilateral Commision, Council on foreign relations, Illuminati, Freemasons, Knights Templar, and other such fronts are merely smokescreens for the true hidden agenda. Aliens are real and have been coming here for a long, long time.fuzzx said:You guys are talking about the Bilderburg group, masons are something different altogether.
Freemasons are just a bunch of business people.. thats it... once in awhile they have singles dances and get togethers... they take care of their own.
If one would like access to freemasonary, they would just have to ask a freemason to join. Its not hard to get in. Freemasons help each other the world over as long as you can recognize the signs.
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.