My Name is Nobody
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Stéphane said:Sounds like you were been too nice.
That's true it was before I let all these concepts sink in.
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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.
Stéphane said:Sounds like you were been too nice.
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.
Do you watch Monty Python? Plenty of materials on accountants you can use.My Name is Nobody said:Ahh, that makes sense. Now how can I neg her about getting that degree, LOL?
No I haven't can you post a few examples?Jitterbug said:Do you watch Monty Python? Plenty of materials on accountants you can use.
Just tell her you didn't go to school and tell her the interesting things u did instead. Its deffo not a dealbreaker....if she likes you, this won't make her not sleep with you, and if she didn't, and you told her all the wonderful qualifications you have (if you had them), it wouldn't make her wanna sleep with you anyway.My Name is Nobody said:I understand that it's a good point, but when the subject of school comes up I'm trying to figure out what to say and how a DJ would handle that situation.
She sounds smart and rich BTW. She has a graduate degree and a CPA and owns a nice house. What the hell is a CPA?
I can pull off making her think I make alot of money. I have my own place and a decent car and a decent job and I bought a new wardrobe with some nice clothes. So I'll just go with it but I would still love to hear how a DJ would react when the subject of shooling comes up. I have a couple years of college (community) done and I want to go back I'm lazy.
I don't think honesty is the best approach here.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Chartered accountant wants to be a lion tamer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMOmB1q8W4YMy Name is Nobody said:No I haven't can you post a few examples?
iqqi said:Why do accountants make good lovers? They're great with figures.
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.
We'll see how it goes, I don't want to offend her. I don't even know her! Something like that could go either way.Jitterbug said:It's the first date, but still a date, so I can't see why you can't say that. Hell I say the same things to non-dates. It's called flirting.![]()
If she's offended by such light-hearted stuff, you turn around and RUN. That's a sign of an uptight militant feminazi.My Name is Nobody said:We'll see how it goes, I don't want to offend her. I don't even know her! Something like that could go either way.
WHATEVER missy, I have my own place. Wanna come over?iqqi said:*You're the kind of girl I could take home to mother - which is good, since I still live with her.
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The ones in orange would be best for you specifically.
If she asks what institution/school you have been to, just say 'life'. She will have a perplexed/My Name is Nobody said:What do you do when you have a date with a smart woman with all sorts of College degrees? And what if you have NO degree?
School is bound to come up and what am I supposed to say I partied and never got into a good college?
I consider myself pretty smart, but school just isn't my thing. And I am fairly successful in life but have no degrees to show for it.
So how do you handle this situation in a smooth way without sounding like a loser?
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.
Also, a discussion about past education will help build attraction how? Isn't there possibly one or maybe two other things to talk about?VashStampede said:Everyone of atleast average intelligence already knows that marks in school or univeristy etc do not represent how smart a person is. Only dilluded parents believe that ****
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.