picard
Master Don Juan
Have you wonder that most hot women are dumb ones while smart ones are ugly? That is just my general observation over the years.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
I figured you to be one of the few brothers who liked a chick as a challenge and could hold a conversation longer than: "Do you want me on my back or my knees?"( . )( . )I want a bird whos dumber than me, and if shes not (fat chance) she better fake it.
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.
Nah mate, I'm not and never really was into big intellectual conversations with chicks I'm banging. As long as its lighthearted and fun I'm happy.KarmaSutra said:I figured you to be one of the few brothers who liked a chick as a challenge and could hold a conversation longer than: "Do you want me on my back or my knees?"
That's disheartening booblicious . . .
Nobody said:If she says like eveything like this like weird voice and like says like, STFU.
So conversations regarding Existentialism and the rise and fall of modern empiricism would be outta the question?( . )( . ) said:Nah mate, I'm not and never really was into big intellectual conversations with chicks I'm banging. As long as its lighthearted and fun I'm happy.
I think AFC's and the feminized media in general would shame label me as a guy whos "afraid" of an intelligent woman or some sh!t like that, but thats ok.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Educated =/= intelligentpicard said:my statement doesn't apply to every woman. It is a general observation. I met good looking ones that don't have formal education. In contrast, the ones who spent years in school just look a bit deformed and lack good spirits. They appear to be pessimistic.
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.