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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
I would say the sucessful never really come back. They just fade away in historyAs in graduating So Suave University with a PhD in Don Juanism. Not getting "left back" like the chronic zombified residents or just dropping out.
No one ever hears of an actual success story that has left So Suave a better man.
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.
To me what's great about this place is always having it in your backpocket as a resource of a group of guys who for the most part "get it" when it comes to gender dynamics and healthy masculinity. What's really great is being able to come back here throughout the years as you mature and reread some of your favorite posts and glean new insights that you wouldn't have picked up on as a younger man. It's a great way to benchmark how you're evolving up against guys you admire and hope to be more like some day in terms of their experience and wisdom in dating women and life overall. Also, as you get better you're able to help younger guys who are just finding this site or guys who are more inexperienced and don't know where else to go for help. I don't think I ever want to get to the point where I totally leave this forum. It's been too helpful to me in my past, present and undoubtedly in the future and I think I owe it to the guys who came before us to help out as best I can the more I grow and mature. It's just a great place overall.Or do dudes just drop off, give up, or go full red pill.
Even Pook just dropped off.
This is precisely how I operate in life. When I get excited/interested in a new skill or concept I dive into it fully researching and developing myself. It is all a matter of time management as always.Once I gain skill and knowledge in something to a high degree, my interest usually declines as there's little new and exciting left. There's a lot of other things I want to learn about too, life is about much more than women.
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.
I was here for a while but I left! I don't see the point in staying! I believe confidence is what you need to attract chicks! No more reading or asking questions! They're only useful when you use them!Or do dudes just drop off, give up, or go full red pill.
Even Pook just dropped off.
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.
I have to be honest, I don't stick around here to "give back", I just enjoy the board. I find the subject matter interesting.People say they remain here to "give back" and hell even I named that as the reason I frequent this site.
What sdid happen to pook?Yeah Pook ended pretty bad
I don't know about that bro.Most guys usually come here because they want a particular girl. They are then told to forget her and instead date a bunch of girls they don't care about. If they do eventually find a girl they like, they are told only betas commit to one girl and they should be spinning plates instead.
It depends on who "we" are. I have always said to do what's best for you, but sometimes it feels like that trying to get that message out is like swimming in molasses. The most popular poster here is Poon King, and if he's the main spokesman here, he definitely sends the message that betas commit to one girl. And there's all that "No alpha would willingly go into a cage" stuff.But we have never said forget about a girl. We have never said betas commit to one girl. We have never said don't get married. We have never said don't have a family and kids. We have always said do what's best for you.![]()
lol....Playas only live onceSo I have no idea what SoSuave would consider a success. Just some dude who spins plates until he's dead, I guess.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.