ThunderMaverick
Master Don Juan
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Well there ya go!
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
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."
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.
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
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.
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
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.