BannedGod
Senior Don Juan
If you don't have the characteristics of a true DJ, but you try to get them, it's against your nature, so basically you are acting fake and pretending to be a DJ instead of being one, no?
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around 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.
I'll just add that the thing that holds people back is when they don't belive that they can change.Smoothe said:I'd say no, because if you are a person who does not naturally have the characteristics of a Don Juan, you are still a person who has the ability to attain those characteristics, and the ability to attain those characteristics is very natural indeed.
I actually went over this with my brother the other day. He was complaining because he had no talent. The lesson I taught him is that if you have no talents, you need heart. When a person has heart, he has the ability to create or acquire talent.
And when you create or acquire a talent, that talent has no cap or limit on how good one can become at it, whereas the person who is born with a "natural" talent can only be so good at what he/she does.
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.