ThunderMaverick
Master Don Juan
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Well there ya go!
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.
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.
ThunderMaverick said:Well there ya go!
Sent.. that was beautiful.. why can't I think of these things.ThunderMaverick said:"What a shame. Yeah I kinda liked her. She was really nice to me."
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.
She sucks.. we have been out 3 times and she still won't see me one on one. I have kissed her, but it's getting old. I have the NEXT finger itching.loveequation said:wow, read through all the thread and is very funny and interesting.
So if she is asking that if you like her, don't tell her anything, just respond with :
Hey come over my place, or let's go do something, distract her from the main point, and also keep her wondering. By what I'm seeing here, and the outcome of the last days, you don't ask her their friend's # that's so bad, hahhaa but that's ok just don't ever mention it again, if she insists just tell her it was a joke or something.
Yeah, I'm not in your situation so maybe I would have handled it a bit differently.My Name is Nobody said:She sucks.. we have been out 3 times and she still won't see me one on one. I have kissed her, but it's getting old. I have the NEXT finger itching.
I went with Thunders reply.... let's see what happens.
ThunderMaverick said:Yeah, I'm not in your situation so maybe I would have handled it a bit differently.
I just didn't care. I pulled it out of my ass. hahaha
I don't know if I should be apologizing or not. :crackup:
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
loveequation said:haha nah forget it, don't even bother yourself to call her, it was a bad decision but well is all about try and fail till you get victorious
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.
What was a bad decision? To tell this girl to F off.. nah, it was a great decision.
yeah in that case good decisionI forgot to mention she texted me @ 3 oclock in morning Saturday, telling me she just "arrived home" from a "friends" house.
Now tell me I am wrong for telling her to f--- off.
I had texted her earlier in the evening to see if she had plans.loveequation said:yeah in that case good decision
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.