Nino-Tk
Master Don Juan
Nice one man, and yeah we sometimes get advanced and play the game at a higher understanding that we forget about the basics...so fundamental. Thanks man, I think I needed to read that right about now.
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.
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 paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
What works for me at the mall (or anywhere if I'm alone) is just working my way up. Getting in state. It's best to start being social the second you get there. The more you think about something the chance of you actually going through with it lowers.LearningSlowly said:God DAMNIT. Another mall fail.
I go in and see a cute girl sitting alone on her phone. I ***** out and decide I'm too hungry and go to get food. After I get it, another cute girl sitting alone. I'm a PVSSY. I eat alone and start roaming.
Seriously no hot girls around. It was awful. I saw one two set, they walked out of a store as I walked in, I turn and walk out, psyched to approach, an then I see them standing and talking with another girl and 3 moms. I pvssy out.
I see one hot girl with a very ugly friend. I walk past then say NO, put the virtual gun to my head! I've kept walking this whole time, so when I finally grow balls I'm already 50 ft away. I pvssy out.
I finally manage to say hey how are you to 3 different women walking by (youngest was probably 30) and they just look at me strangely and say hi and walk. I really need a friend around for these.
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.
Each to his own. You did argue rather poorly might I add. He's a writer on HSG and a good friend of mine. He'll see whatever there is to see if he sees fit.LearningSlowly said:I butted heads with a highschoolpua member over Facebook today. He (and many kids on this site, and that I meet in real life) just don't get it. There's more to life than winning. There is a divinity present every moment of our lives. I make art to try and capture it. If you don't believe there is any divinity in the universe, rethink your life.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Willpower here!I sat in my car. "Should I have kissed her? I said I was going to... Why didn't I?" I shudder. I feels like I'm walking alone through a mall full of strangers. My belly tightens and I can't think. "Now's the time. Be ballsy." I open my car door.
I walk over to her car without taking the keys out of my ignition. I tap on her window. She opens her door out toward me. I get closer.
"I forgot to do something."
Lean in for a kiss, then another one, harder. I turn and walk away. "Okay bye!" she says behind me. I kissed her pretty hard, I felt it on my lips for half an hour of driving after that.
So it wasn't a bj. I didn't escalate to an clothes-off close. It also didn't seem like she expected any sort of move at all. Oh well, I made one. Maybe someday I'll see her again. Maybe I won't.
"In general its always a good idea to make a move."