ThunderMaverick
Master Don Juan
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- Mar 19, 2004
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Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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 don't know exactly the exact moment, but it was in the shower. I touched my d!ck with my hand and it felt really good.joekerr31 said:for me it was when i was 10.
my parents took me to the zoo and we were in the monkey area. i dont know where my parents had gone, but i found myself alone watching the monkies.
this one monkey came closer to the bars, probably about 10 feet from me.
anyway, it was a smart monkey and when i stuck my tongue out at it, he stuck his tongue back out at me. we started to mimic each others behavior, like a game.
anyway, after a few minutes he suddenly started jerkin his gerkin. being only 10 i though this was part of the game. so i took off my pants and started doing the same thing.
he was shrieking like a wild monkey and jerkin really hard. so i tried the best i could with my 10 year old vocal cords to shriek like the monkey.
anyway, people started to gather around and im sure they were saying things but i wasn't paying attention.
the monkey blew his load and so did i. when i turned around some of the women were crying and some of hte guys were laughing.
then i saw my mom come running through the crowd. she was soooo angry and told me to 'PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON!!!!"
all i said was 'mommy, the monkey made my weiner spit.'
i miss the zoo.
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.
whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?Nighthawk said:My grampa taught me.
My grampa used to say to me.."pull my finger", and then he'd fart.joekerr31 said:whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?
dude, your grandpa ain't suppose to teach you how to masturbate?
did he make you sit on your hand for a half hour until it went numb and then beat off with it?
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.
rjones said:
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.