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.
Asian PUA nice!!InnerHappiness said:This will help some of us out
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBJMKjYp-8Y&feature=youtu.be
*Inspired by Pook, DesdiNova, Naughty Ninja, nismo, and many more throughout the years.
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.
Take it as a satirical escapade of a typical nice guy :kick:perseverance said:What a load of Tony Baloney.
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.
InnerHappiness said:This will help some of us out
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBJMKjYp-8Y&feature=youtu.be
*Inspired by Pook, DesdiNova, Naughty Ninja, nismo, and many more throughout the years.
Yeah I was hoping he would say he was joking but i was disappointed. He is so sure of his game (Beta game in Rollo's words).jhl said:I thought that this had to be a joke but the body language and voice tone spoke otherwise......
DAMN salesman curse!!! IDK who I am ANYMORE!Love's Orphan said:Yeah I was hoping he would say he was joking but i was disappointed. He is so sure of his game (Beta game in Rollo's words).