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Don Juan
Got a date with a stripper on Thurs. I met her off duty. Anyways, I know I came across some material on these types before, but can't find it. Tips? Links? Much thanks.
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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.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
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.
yes thank you master backbracker, you are better than us! right?backbreaker said:god damnit.. we get one of these every month (use the search button for crying out loud) an they all go the same way
some guy asks about how to date a stripper, then some guy, or 2 or 3 will say to ignore the fact that she is a stripper, then the one guy mentions the ovbious...that she dances naked for money, then the 'why do you want to date a *****' comes up.. next you are going to have :
1) the guy who has dated strippers in the past that will come and offer advice
2) the guy who goes to strip clubs and one of the strippers "like him" and he is going to tell you how to bag all the strippers you want
3) the guy that is going to come along and tell you that they are no different than anyone else
4) last but not least, the guy that is going to say that they (again) are drug using hors, why waste your time
I actually want to comment on this thread, but I can't, because there are at least 50 other ones in reference to this one and I'm not about wasting time
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
englishman said:yes thank you master backbracker, you are better than us! right?
Okay that really had me laughingLast Man Standing said:As with any type of hor, you (the man) must always reign supreme!!!! Don't let the hor lead!!! Considerring that hors are masculine - you must be super-masculine to such an extent that you must let the hor know, either overtly or covertly, that she is subservient to your dictates!!!!
Only an effeminate or a young boy would find humor in such insight!!!Zerix said:Okay that really had me laughing
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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.
LMS is right. This is the way you really must deal with them. He was not making a joke but I can see why someone looking in might think it is one.Last Man Standing said:Only an effeminate or a young boy would find humor in such insight!!!
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.