WhitePimp
Master Don Juan
I also ride my bike when I'm stressed or not stressed...but I actively search out harder routes when I'm pissed.
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
Nice to see another cyclist in the forum. I've always felt that using exercise as a diversion was the best way to relieve stress and make you more fit at the same time. It definitely has a different outcome than just boozing it up.Originally posted by WhitePimp
I also ride my bike when I'm stressed or not stressed...but I actively search out harder routes when I'm pissed.
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.
There's a sexist joke in there that's straining to get out y'know....Originally posted by penkitten
i evict people.
i manage hud apartments. really.Originally posted by Francisco d'Anconia
There's a sexist joke in there that's straining to get out y'know....![]()
I knew there was a reasonable explanation but my mind chooses to amuse itself in its own way...Originally posted by penkitten
i manage hud apartments. really.
why does that sound so familiar?Originally posted by Francisco d'Anconia
I knew there was a reasonable explanation but my mind chooses to amuse itself in its own way...![]()
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.
Does the voices in your head amuse you too?Originally posted by penkitten
why does that sound so familiar?
actually i wanted to say, spoken like a true man... however i thought that might be a mean thing to say ...Originally posted by Francisco d'Anconia
Does the voices in your head amuse you too?![]()
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.
HA what a pvssy.Originally posted by Pure Drive +
I cry myself to sleep because I got mad and hit the door too hard with my hand.![]()