Anima
Don Juan
How did you end up finding SS? What made you start the search, and how did you ultimately end up on the site?
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.
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.
You can add me to the list.In a flood of tears googling "How to get your ex girlfriend back" *derp*
Been here since 2010. Changed my life.
You can add me to the list.
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.
And this is why I stayed....not a forum about PUA, but about DonJuanism...which is something different....really unique in the manosphere.This forum was not just about picking up women but there were injections of philosophy, psychology, self-improvement, and other such inclusions which made it something unique and interesting. I am a person who seek understanding and who also seeks to continually improve myself. I also seek to guide others, I consider it a kind of duty to make that which is weak stronger.
Yeah I was too lazy to type out this whole thing, but it pretty much sums me up too. I wanted to learn more about PEOPLE. And well, despite this site originally intending to be about getting women, it also helps with understanding real social dynamics sometimes (something that the RSD forums were originally meant for but isn't really about despite RSD standing for 'real social dynamics' lol).I came here to better understand motivations and human behaviors. I came and asked a few questions, and to gain understanding... I found the forum to provide some very useful things. I also found it to provide acceptance, a very rare thing... This forum was not just about picking up women but there were injections of philosophy, psychology, self-improvement, and other such inclusions which made it something unique and interesting. I am a person who seek understanding and who also seeks to continually improve myself.
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.