L777
Master Don Juan
Manchester's not further away than remote parts of North America. Any time...put your money where your mouth is.
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.
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.
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 highly doubt it was him. He basically only did a cross post from RSD Blog. His whole writing style it just sounded like a typical Keyboard jockey trying to play a little internet "Prank"Phyzzle said:Skip2mylou was banned after 2,000 posts of obnoxiously pointing out that he's been getting laid by "9-12 different girls every single week" for the last 2 years. This guy makes 6 posts and gets the axe?
I can understand locking that stupid "challenge" thread, but Jlaix is kind of famous for pick up (if it was the real guy). It would've been interesting to hear his point of view. Lame!
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
You guys are so caught up in the marketing hype that you haven't thought through the sincerity of the message.So pimp its scary said:I was probly pretty close to right when I told him he'd most likely have the same effect to hire the camera crew and show off his game, and pay someone 10$ to stand there with a dumbfounded look of amazement on the sidelines.... and that I'd still watch the video taking notes.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
No offense, but how the hell would you know? Cuz he named himself after some pickup guru and posted a link to a generic photo that anybody could get access to? Hell I could call myself Michael Jordan and post a picture of "Me" dunking on Patrick Ewing...doesn't prove s.hit.So pimp its scary said:YES this guy IS legit.
Well I'm not sure. Not mentioning any names, but I've seen a fair few 'gurus' doing PU on youtube, some well known and others not so well known, and the majority of them have been nothing special. We put these ppl on pedestals at first because they are better than us when we start out. Howevr, its definitely possible to become better than these guys. In all seriousness, I would consider myself better than some of these guys who charge money for their services, seriously.So pimp its scary said:Actually, he lost a bet with Tyler of RSD, where the loser had to make that challenge.
And really, this site seems quite capable of making a mockery of itself with it's moderators policies. Now, I don't doubt that some of you guys got game, but to shut down a guy who has a reputation of his... I mean, no fool in his right mind would pay 2000$ if he wasn't going to see some sort of result.
Now, I can't be certain that it was the same guy, but he did mention a few things that were pretty convincing that he was legit.
EXACTLYValleyDJing said:No offense, but how the hell would you know? Cuz he named himself after some pickup guru and posted a link to a generic photo that anybody could get access to? Hell I could call myself Michael Jordan and post a picture of "Me" dunking on Patrick Ewing...doesn't prove s.hit.
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.