Fenderules
Master Don Juan
lol what a flash back........... hahaha man was thread lame.
lolz live and learn
lolz live and learn
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.
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.
I agree, went through the same phase. See most guys wouldn't have the balls to insult a girl, because of peer pressure and because they want the pvssy so damn bad. It's a double standard, b/c girls diss guys all the time.ScrewIt said:you made a good point. I remembe i went through the jerk phase on a female co-worker intern, altho she was there for only a short while. She had a bf and was somewhat an attn *****, very immature.
After that i realized my faults and found a balance.
I guess in the end, it's just a journey to find who you relaly are....and to mature throughout that process also.
Fenderules said:well i still got fear of approach bit its the same as an ugly chick so its barely anything, just a little fuzzyness in the stomach. lol i met this one chick who was really hot. All the guys were trying to hit her up but frankly i kinda found her anoying so i decided to neg hit her a bunch instead. I was actually trying to insult her to the point to where i would get slapped and it didnt work. I mean she was not happy that i was insulting her but i didnt give a ****. All the other guys are like "wtf did you just say". She took off her shoes and im like "phewww those feet stink" and when she lost her balance she is like "oo i guess im a little tipsy" and im naaa its prolly cause your naturally retarded. she looked at me and was like "uhhhhh yeah"
i dunno i said a bunch of **** and when she sat down i used her leg as foot rest. i wanted to see how far i could push it lol.
i found it liberating.
anyway this is her site.
http://web9.www.nexopia.com/profile.php?uid=269186
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.
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.