bigjohnson
Master Don Juan
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Apparently I'm 'infracted' so I guess the time I spend there is over? Ah well. Love (Shack) has abandoned me again.
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.
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.
It's not a big deal, there's no worry per se, but the fact is since some of us were "exposed", our threads were deleted. How can we get any advise across if it just gets deleted?HOMBRE said:Also, what's the big deal about one of your own exposing you. I mean if you're so sure and proud of your message, why worry about them knowing who you are?
Mr.Positive said:.... once our usernames got flagged....
:crackup:Interceptor said:What the Hell happened?
Somebody fill me in . please
Thanks
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.
let me pass you the popcorn brother!Interceptor said:What the Hell happened?
Somebody fill me in . please
Thanks
Well, I won't go back. To be honest, sosuave is the only internet forum I participate in. I try to not spend to much time on the internet, unless researching something. I think, for me, the biggest thing I learned is how proud I am of the camaraderie and teamwork that was involved here. If I can contribute advise, or seek advise, it will be here, on sosuave.bigjohnson said:I messaged the staff, so if there's any objectivity there I'll be back, othrwise it will be either a sockpuppet or they will have to stay a pink-only zone.
Colonel KontrollerX is right.KontrollerX said:"Why did you feel you had anything to prove over there?"
It wasn't about proving anything so much as it was about being a philanthropy mission to save people from the horrible advice that is all over your site.
When to "admonish your adversities?" Whaaa? Okie, dokie.KarmaSutra said:Colonel KontrollerX is right.
Hombre, we appreciate your input (no matter how we disagree) and want you to share your own unique perspective.
What happened in the past is dead. Let it remain dead.
Part of maturity is knowing when to fight the good fight and when to admonish your adversities.
HOMBRE said:Mr. Positive, I have no doubt you'd agree with my advice. I will not reveal my identity though.
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.
Well I think KX might have ruined a few perfectly good panties over there. Funny how the whiff of some testosterone can stir up the ladies. lol.Mr.Positive said:Well, I won't go back.
Actually, not really. The buzz is that they're glad he's gone. Takes a lot more than that to stir the LS ladies up.bigjohnson said:Well I think KX might have ruined a few perfectly good panties over there. Funny how the whiff of some testosterone can stir up the ladies. lol.
Haha, kind of like running into a beehive with out a good bee suit on.bigjohnson said:Well I think KX might have ruined a few perfectly good panties over there. Funny how the whiff of some testosterone can stir up the ladies. lol.
Yep...kinda ironic huh? Kinda like the "buzz" around here about going into battle and "teaching" the pink site about things, right? Gathering the troops and all, don't ya know.reset said:There's a buzz about something they don't care about and didn't bother them? lol.
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.
Agreed.reset said:touche.
Well, whatever. This whole thing is about as serious as you want to make it I suppose.
I think it was equally funny and cool. No one died. That's the main thing. A bloodless battle.
Absolutely. You must be a Real Man to recognize that.frivolousz21 said:this is the most gay thing Ive ever seen.
By using the term "gay", I sincerely hope you meant the definition of cheery, bright, or pleasant.HOMBRE said:Absolutely. You must be a Real Man to recognize that.![]()
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.