cali4nialove
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Any Master Don Juans or "Pros" I can talk to about girls.
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 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.
Main reason: Just pisses me of how everyone I know at school gets hookups so easily and everyone does it while I sit there like a loser wishing I was them. Yesterday after noticing how saddened I was when me and my friend were talkin about my oneitis and he told me about how one time he heard someone finished on her face. I realized this whole time I've been hiding from reality, Ive been making myself feel good with the false lies that other people dont do anything with the opposite gender either. But now that I know everyone does it except for me, its pissing me off.JohnChops said:Explain. Depression is you letting your mind THINK you are depressed. If you THINK you are depressed then you will be depressed, if you think you are happy you WILL be happy. You can manipulate your mind to do anything you want.
I see no point in being depressed, no matter how hard life is. If you are depressed about women then your mindset is way off man. Women aren't your happiness, women are FUN. Happiness and Joy come from within, self happiness is how you never become depressed.
Depression is horrible on the physical and emotional aspects of your body. You know people actually die of depression? It stresses your heart out more than you think.
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.
Well #1 don't talk down on yourself. EVER.cali4nialove said:Main reason: Just pisses me of how everyone I know at school gets hookups so easily and everyone does it while I sit there like a loser wishing I was them. Yesterday after noticing how saddened I was when me and my friend were talkin about my oneitis and he told me about how one time he heard someone finished on her face. I realized this whole time I've been hiding from reality, Ive been making myself feel good with the false lies that other people dont do anything with the opposite gender either. But now that I know everyone does it except for me, its pissing me off.
Havent been on a date with a girl in years. I need to start again and stop being so ***** about going in for a single kiss.
haha Im too scared to even go in for a kiss. What a faggot am I![]()
Damn bro. Your story inspires me so much. Cus you're just like I am now. Im lucky to be reading all this stuff at such a young age...most of the members on this site wish to have had this info earlier. I WILL improve. I WILL change. I WILL rise from the ashes of my old self. Thanks man.gravityeyelids said:Oneitis is arguably the greatest thing that can happen to an AFC/ budding DJ, especially when you are already reading pickup. Allow me to explain. This is 100% true
About two or three years ago I was finally fed up with watching all the guys at my college (and previously highschool) around me seemingly getting girls and hooking up while I was still floundering, hoping to "get lucky". And it truly was "getting lucky"... I have always been a decent looking guy, but with no self esteem, that doesn't get you far. Girls scared the **** out of me, and I relied on the few and far between drunk makeouts to keep me from feeling like total garbage. This girl came into my life. She was great and friendly and we "hit it off" really well. This was before I had really understood the concept of the friend zone. We started to hangout all of the time, and although I never kissed her or touched her, it felt great to be around an attractive girl and I figured we'd end up together. So one day I worked up the gall to tell her I liked her. And (big surprise!) she told me she only thought of me as a friend.
I felt like total sh!t. I was determined to make her mine. The whole situation angered me and frustrated me to no end. I decided I would do something about it. I started surfing the net and came upon PUA type stuff. I was enthralled and immediately began reading everything I could. I decided to get in shape. Not one of those passing phase "oh, i'm going to do some bicep curls" things. No. I was going to get f*cking jacked, just like all the d-bags that were snatching up the women around me while I had no affection from said women.
I would use my brains to conquer their brawn. As I began reading about both pickup and working out, I started to realize how both were COMPLETELY mental. Working out required a deep understanding of both diet and the science of exercise, and when implemented correctly, would be many times more efficient that those meatheads who just threw barbells around and ate cheeseburgers all day. Even the physical force of working out was dependent on the mental ability to say "no! I wont stop even though it fu<king hurts!" I used my deep anger, depression, and self-loathing and channeled it into carving myself completely into a new person so that I could win this girl.
I had previously been a "nice" guy. But no more. I started to allow myself to get mean. I didn't let people push me around anymore. I stopped apologizing to people and went after what I WANTED. Screw them. I was going to be an ******* and didn't care. I read page after page of PUA, Self-Improvement, Nutrition and Fitness book. But, above all, I implemented what I was learning. I completed a 90 day fitness program (one of those that ends in an X). I felt on top of the world. And then I fu<king did it AGAIN. I continued to work on my skills with women. Rejection after rejection hardened me to not care. The girl I was chasing and her friends saw my new physique one day and commented "what happened to HIM??". But it wasn't just my body. I was changing who I was, for the better. I stopped apologizing and held my head higher, worked on my body language, tone of voice, physical presence, everything. Over the course of the last two years I have been committed to showing the world that I'm better, smarter, stronger, and more capable than everyone else. And I am a guy that women will love to be with.
After a while, do you know what happened? I started to lose interest in that girl. I made myself go after other women, which she saw and was impressed by. But I never looked back and was glad to have her as a great friend. And in turn, she introduced me to many of her attractive ladyfriends that I would get to know. And friends of their friends. And so on. This post is not meant for me to brag, and i'm not going to apologize if that's what it sounds like, because I've grown to love myself, and you will too.
Some of the greatest men in history were driven to create and achieve fantastic things because of a girl that dumped them, or broke their hearts, or didn't love them back. In the words of RATM: "ANGER IS A GIFT!". Get fu<king pissed at the world, other men, b!tches, society, AND yourself. I'm not saying to be an angry, depressed person. Just the opposite, channel those into something productive and then show the world your happy, positive side. But let it drive you. Oh yea, and watch that locker room scene with Al Pacino from Any Given Sunday.
Much love.
cali4nialove said:Main reason: Just pisses me of how everyone I know at school gets hookups so easily and everyone does it while I sit there like a loser wishing I was them. Yesterday after noticing how saddened I was when me and my friend were talkin about my oneitis and he told me about how one time he heard someone finished on her face. I realized this whole time I've been hiding from reality, Ive been making myself feel good with the false lies that other people dont do anything with the opposite gender either. But now that I know everyone does it except for me, its pissing me off.
Havent been on a date with a girl in years. I need to start again and stop being so ***** about going in for a single kiss.
haha Im too scared to even go in for a kiss. What a faggot am I![]()
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.
gravityeyelids said:"ANGER IS A GIFT!"
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Most inspiring post I've read in a looong timegravityeyelids said:Oneitis is arguably the greatest thing that can happen to an AFC/ budding DJ, especially when you are already reading pickup. Allow me to explain. This is 100% true
About two or three years ago I was finally fed up with watching all the guys at my college (and previously highschool) around me seemingly getting girls and hooking up while I was still floundering, hoping to "get lucky". And it truly was "getting lucky"... I have always been a decent looking guy, but with no self esteem, that doesn't get you far. Girls scared the **** out of me, and I relied on the few and far between drunk makeouts to keep me from feeling like total garbage. This girl came into my life. She was great and friendly and we "hit it off" really well. This was before I had really understood the concept of the friend zone. We started to hangout all of the time, and although I never kissed her or touched her, it felt great to be around an attractive girl and I figured we'd end up together. So one day I worked up the gall to tell her I liked her. And (big surprise!) she told me she only thought of me as a friend.
I felt like total sh!t. I was determined to make her mine. The whole situation angered me and frustrated me to no end. I decided I would do something about it. I started surfing the net and came upon PUA type stuff. I was enthralled and immediately began reading everything I could. I decided to get in shape. Not one of those passing phase "oh, i'm going to do some bicep curls" things. No. I was going to get f*cking jacked, just like all the d-bags that were snatching up the women around me while I had no affection from said women.
I would use my brains to conquer their brawn. As I began reading about both pickup and working out, I started to realize how both were COMPLETELY mental. Working out required a deep understanding of both diet and the science of exercise, and when implemented correctly, would be many times more efficient that those meatheads who just threw barbells around and ate cheeseburgers all day. Even the physical force of working out was dependent on the mental ability to say "no! I wont stop even though it fu<king hurts!" I used my deep anger, depression, and self-loathing and channeled it into carving myself completely into a new person so that I could win this girl.
I had previously been a "nice" guy. But no more. I started to allow myself to get mean. I didn't let people push me around anymore. I stopped apologizing to people and went after what I WANTED. Screw them. I was going to be an ******* and didn't care. I read page after page of PUA, Self-Improvement, Nutrition and Fitness book. But, above all, I implemented what I was learning. I completed a 90 day fitness program (one of those that ends in an X). I felt on top of the world. And then I fu<king did it AGAIN. I continued to work on my skills with women. Rejection after rejection hardened me to not care. The girl I was chasing and her friends saw my new physique one day and commented "what happened to HIM??". But it wasn't just my body. I was changing who I was, for the better. I stopped apologizing and held my head higher, worked on my body language, tone of voice, physical presence, everything. Over the course of the last two years I have been committed to showing the world that I'm better, smarter, stronger, and more capable than everyone else. And I am a guy that women will love to be with.
After a while, do you know what happened? I started to lose interest in that girl. I made myself go after other women, which she saw and was impressed by. But I never looked back and was glad to have her as a great friend. And in turn, she introduced me to many of her attractive ladyfriends that I would get to know. And friends of their friends. And so on. This post is not meant for me to brag, and i'm not going to apologize if that's what it sounds like, because I've grown to love myself, and you will too.
Some of the greatest men in history were driven to create and achieve fantastic things because of a girl that dumped them, or broke their hearts, or didn't love them back. In the words of RATM: "ANGER IS A GIFT!". Get fu<king pissed at the world, other men, b!tches, society, AND yourself. I'm not saying to be an angry, depressed person. Just the opposite, channel those into something productive and then show the world your happy, positive side. But let it drive you. Oh yea, and watch that locker room scene with Al Pacino from Any Given Sunday.
Much love.
Great fvcking post here! Thats exactly what I did. Man I got pissed off, channeled all my emotion into my lifts, diet, and studies. And became 100x smarter, 100x bigger, and 100x cut up. You read then apply thats what it is.gravityeyelids said:Oneitis is arguably the greatest thing that can happen to an AFC/ budding DJ, especially when you are already reading pickup. Allow me to explain. This is 100% true
About two or three years ago I was finally fed up with watching all the guys at my college (and previously highschool) around me seemingly getting girls and hooking up while I was still floundering, hoping to "get lucky". And it truly was "getting lucky"... I have always been a decent looking guy, but with no self esteem, that doesn't get you far. Girls scared the **** out of me, and I relied on the few and far between drunk makeouts to keep me from feeling like total garbage. This girl came into my life. She was great and friendly and we "hit it off" really well. This was before I had really understood the concept of the friend zone. We started to hangout all of the time, and although I never kissed her or touched her, it felt great to be around an attractive girl and I figured we'd end up together. So one day I worked up the gall to tell her I liked her. And (big surprise!) she told me she only thought of me as a friend.
I felt like total sh!t. I was determined to make her mine. The whole situation angered me and frustrated me to no end. I decided I would do something about it. I started surfing the net and came upon PUA type stuff. I was enthralled and immediately began reading everything I could. I decided to get in shape. Not one of those passing phase "oh, i'm going to do some bicep curls" things. No. I was going to get f*cking jacked, just like all the d-bags that were snatching up the women around me while I had no affection from said women.
I would use my brains to conquer their brawn. As I began reading about both pickup and working out, I started to realize how both were COMPLETELY mental. Working out required a deep understanding of both diet and the science of exercise, and when implemented correctly, would be many times more efficient that those meatheads who just threw barbells around and ate cheeseburgers all day. Even the physical force of working out was dependent on the mental ability to say "no! I wont stop even though it fu<king hurts!" I used my deep anger, depression, and self-loathing and channeled it into carving myself completely into a new person so that I could win this girl.
I had previously been a "nice" guy. But no more. I started to allow myself to get mean. I didn't let people push me around anymore. I stopped apologizing to people and went after what I WANTED. Screw them. I was going to be an ******* and didn't care. I read page after page of PUA, Self-Improvement, Nutrition and Fitness book. But, above all, I implemented what I was learning. I completed a 90 day fitness program (one of those that ends in an X). I felt on top of the world. And then I fu<king did it AGAIN. I continued to work on my skills with women. Rejection after rejection hardened me to not care. The girl I was chasing and her friends saw my new physique one day and commented "what happened to HIM??". But it wasn't just my body. I was changing who I was, for the better. I stopped apologizing and held my head higher, worked on my body language, tone of voice, physical presence, everything. Over the course of the last two years I have been committed to showing the world that I'm better, smarter, stronger, and more capable than everyone else. And I am a guy that women will love to be with.
After a while, do you know what happened? I started to lose interest in that girl. I made myself go after other women, which she saw and was impressed by. But I never looked back and was glad to have her as a great friend. And in turn, she introduced me to many of her attractive ladyfriends that I would get to know. And friends of their friends. And so on. This post is not meant for me to brag, and i'm not going to apologize if that's what it sounds like, because I've grown to love myself, and you will too.
Some of the greatest men in history were driven to create and achieve fantastic things because of a girl that dumped them, or broke their hearts, or didn't love them back. In the words of RATM: "ANGER IS A GIFT!". Get fu<king pissed at the world, other men, b!tches, society, AND yourself. I'm not saying to be an angry, depressed person. Just the opposite, channel those into something productive and then show the world your happy, positive side. But let it drive you. Oh yea, and watch that locker room scene with Al Pacino from Any Given Sunday.
Much love.
and how is your virginity, have you lost it yet? :flowers:JohnChops said:Great fvcking post here! Thats exactly what I did. Man I got pissed off, channeled all my emotion into my lifts, diet, and studies. And became 100x smarter, 100x bigger, and 100x cut up. You read then apply thats what it is.
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.
With 12 different transsexual strippas, **** was only 3 gumballs!zenaddict said:and how is your virginity, have you lost it yet? :flowers: