SamTheHobit
Master Don Juan
I would like to know what sighns indicate shes a slut,
i think smoking and tattoos are a big sighn any other ideas?
i think smoking and tattoos are a big sighn any other ideas?
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.
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.
I lmfao when I read this XDRhoto said:They smell different.
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.
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.
I was right about the smoking and those damn tatoos hahaha this was hilarious though!!azanon said:Here's a reliable guide, Sam: http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/lvg/93704641.html
*nods furiously*Bible_Belt said:All slvts are angry at Daddy.
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.
haha I was thinking the same thing...not about your girl though.mpimpin said:Great my girlfriend's a slut... I knew that though
edit: also http://roissy.wordpress.com/2008/12/29/its-easy-to-identify-a-slut/So what makes a quality girl? Well, I know what *doesn’t* make a quality girl.
* She has cheated more than three times in her life, or has cheated more than once on the same boyfriend.
* She forgets to say “thank you” when you buy her a drink. Buying her a second drink confirms her ingratitude.
* She dates around. Dating around — specifically, seeing more than one person concurrently — is a prerogative of men only, for reasons having to do with the greater leverage men need to arm themselves with to compete in a dating market that is fundamentally tilted in favor of women. Any girl who makes a habit of dating more than one guy at a time, especially if the parallel dating lasts longer than one month, in order to milk her options is a bad seed. In all my years of banging, one soulsaving thing I’ve learned is to walk away from any girl who I’ve discovered is also dating other men. Even if I beat the competition and win her over, it never ends well.
* She tells you she has a long distance boyfriend she loves, then proceeds to bang you anyway. A few months later, you see her groping a new guy, and she’s still with her boyfriend. (That relationship is doomed.)
* Her default mode is sarcasm, negativity, coarseness, and shamelessness.
* She spends twice as much time getting ready for a house party than she spends getting ready for a date with you.
* She can’t control her impulse to flirt with other men. Double minus points if she does this in your presence.
* She doesn’t seem nervous undressing in front of you the first time.
* She ****s you on a pretense of less than the sum total of an hour of conversation, and calls you the next day worried that your condomless sex might have given her something. (She’s been down this road before.)
* She is proud to be on the pill and considers her dependence on it a carte blanche slut sanctioner instead of a safety net affection fortifier.
* She is cavalier about casual sex.
The last one, by far, is the most important. There are girls in just their slightest mannerisms and looks, that almost cannot be described, give them away as women who've been to more than their share of rodeos.She broaches the subject of sex first.
She suggests kinky sex acts.
She’s neurotic and disagreeable.
She frequently goes commando.
She’s got that crazy, hyper, coked-up look in her eyes.
She shows a lot of cleavage all the time.
She *really* seems to know what she’s doing in bed.
She has an impressive collection of vibrators and admits to wacking off to porn.
She asks you how many women you’ve slept with or accuses you of being a player.
She seems “hard”.
She’s incredibly circumspect or incredibly forthcoming about her past or sex in general.
She’s an artsy type.
She tells you about all the places she’s traveled.
She never has a break between men longer than one week.
You’re tapping her for the first time and she doesn’t remind you to put on a condom.
She never stops **** testing you.
She buys you a lot of gifts.
She’s OK with making out in bars.
She lets you snort coke off her ass.
She’s black. (note: I didn't write this original post)
She has a lot of slutty friends.
Her **** is cavernous.
Your gut tells you she may be a slut.
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.