The Shocker
Senior Don Juan
The approach, plus the Art of Conversation.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.
Grand Wizzard Alamar said:This is where I'm at (this is complete BS):
Enter the Travels of Alamar, from sandy sun to barren wasteland, over hills of sweet emerald green grass growing. Across the horizon, fields and fields, oh endless fields or trees and beautiful flowers. I'll be damned if you don't spot at least 100 butterflies fluttering around in the sunlight. Journey through caves, cliffs, and caverns. Across river valleys, streams, brooks, lakes and forests of smooth moss, heaven-etched to the touch. Peace love and harmony await you at the end of the rainbow, for there is no pot of gold. But when you reach the end of the rainbow, you'll find YOURSELF.
I have begun my journey, for as an apprentice, as soon as you leave you have already proven you have what it takes to become a journeyman. I am a journeyman. There is no returning when you begin, and failure will track back in your steps. Even if failure brings you back to the start, you are still on the journey, always and forever.
I have traveled for a little over a week, and I have been proud of myself, but then again, depressed that I have so much missing, so much unfound and undone.
It was just yesterday that a single smile, a smile of great integrity, as I nodded from my bus window across two layers of glass, again, a smile of such great integrity that I forced an unseen smile back from myself, thinking to myself: I FEEL GOOD. Though I didn't expect that I would. But alas, this was a lingering light, drenched in falsehood.
Such a moment I would never forget, though she would lose all memory to ever regret.
Today was a good day, though I found depression through my achievements. The most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life, so shy, so pleasant. Well I say this truthfully and with no repentance, she smokes with annoying friends.
Though I initiated the initial step, my touch to her touch, so light, not much, not enough. A subtle smile, quick with low grade feeling. The shortest exchange of words, then she told me to step over her, and it was over.
My travels have proven successful, but arising more greif and despair as I go deeper into my feelings and into the feelings of others. Nobody actually likes me yet, I am depressed and saddened. When will I reach the next passage?
Screw ****, for in my journey I have a weapon like no other. What it is, do you wish to discover?
Do you?
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
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.
They sure as hell do like it. I did a tie for a girl once, and she looked at me for ages (I was touching her neck, so I guess that's a hot spot)Grand Wizzard Alamar said:thanks guys, I'll try to suck less
I read the first 5 lessons in pooks 15 lessons, but thats all, so I think I'm really bad.
also that smile... she has so many fu**cking teeth, its horrible the one-itis that keeps me thinking about that. the best smile I've ever gotten.
so I'm really messed up right now I guess, Idk. I'm just letting all of the feeling out so i won't have any feeling when I take action...
I have self doubt and a malevolent case of oneitis. lol.
When you talk to girls that you already know, do they like kino and eye contact? I have no idea of what kind of kino would be good on girls...
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
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.