Desert Fox
Master Don Juan
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Very good discussion.
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.
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.
It wouldn't matter which sperm made it the egg, he'd have been born one way or the other when there's millions of them to choose from. If it had been another sperm, he might look different, and that's it. You're making it sound like only 1 sperm in the million is fertile.ElChoclo said:Look ChrisZ, the flying leprechaun has his plans for you. It was his (I know he is male) intention that you should exist like a microbe in this world. It was his intention that you be consigned to spend your time on earth typing "philosophical" questions into the internet vortex.
It would be better for you if you could just accept this, just as an amoeba has to accept its position in the universe. The lottery winner never spends time asking why me, only the person run over by the truck. It is because we are careless on roads that we are run over and because we buy tickets that we win lotteries.
Here, if you want some meaning, consider this. Out of the million sperm which your daddy blew into your mummy, the flying leprechaun chose you to be conceived. It met up with 23 chromosomes in your mummy's egg. Just try and work out all the possible permutations there are for that combination. The odds against you being you are so great that it could only have happened through the will of the flying leprechaun.
Pay homage to him each Friday, by wearing a green tie.
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.
Well put.Blahhh said:Weather or not there is a purpose in our life, all I know is, I am already here living. Might as well live as fun & fulfilling as I can.
VERY well put.Blahhh said:You could only say life is pointless if you knew everything. You don't know everything, so you can't say if there is a point to life or not.
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.