Ken785
Master Don Juan
Today is my 26th birthday! Dont have any major plans but i'll be enthusiastic about it anyway...Happy Birthday to me b1tches!! 
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.
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.
Never mind the kids on this site...they still have lots of growing to do.Armored said:You're a loser. Shut up and go away.
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.
Not saying that i haven't grown neither. But congratulations on using your time to do all this research just to make me look bad...you must have a lot of time on your hands kid. Seems to me im that important in your life that you would go out of your way to do so. I appreciate it. Congratufvckinlations fvcker...Armored said:Kids? Growing? Dude please don't bring me to your level.
If I recall you dropped out of (community) college.
You know what I'm not gonna go through all the bullsh1t you've been spouting here.
But for all those who want a good laugh, ways NOT to be and evidence of my earlier post - start here.
You've demonstrated how pathetic you really are man. I don't have any real contempt for you - more like pity.
Lawl. Don't flatter yourself man, two button clicks is hardly "time."Ken785 said:Not saying that i haven't grown neither. But congratulations on using your time to do all this research just to make me look bad...you must have a lot of time on your hands kid. Seems to me im that important in your life that you would go out of your way to do so. I appreciate it. Congratufvckinlations fvcker...
Good for you man. What are you in the 2nd grade? This will be my last post I write in this thread. Thanks to everyone that wished me a happy birthday.Armored said:Lawl. Don't flatter yourself man, two button clicks is hardly "time."
You're a source of entertainment and an example of how not to be. Simple. I'm curious, how have you "grown" - besides age.
And I'm doing this from my phone. At work.
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I love how try to talk down to some one better in every conceivable way, its quite comical.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.