Mind_Body_Soul
Senior Don Juan
That's great! LMAO.The paragraph says to Harbourway; LJBF.
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's great! LMAO.The paragraph says to Harbourway; LJBF.
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.
OK. So what relevence does that have to my post?Mind_Body_Soul said:LJBF = let's just be friends.
:crackup: :crackup:harbourway said:Let people know you're seeing someone and you dont want to jeapodise it by flirting albeit innocently with other girls.[/B]
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.
I believe azanon was bustin on the fact that you didn't break that superlong paragraph up into multiple paragraphs. At least that's what I thought and I LMAO.harbourway said:OK. So what relevence does that have to my post?
Yeah, couldve broken it up a bit to make easier reading. And for those of you who keep saying "never ask a womans advice on women". Yes I know!!Mind_Body_Soul said:I believe azanon was bustin on the fact that you didn't break that superlong paragraph up into multiple paragraphs. At least that's what I thought and I LMAO.
Best thing I have read on this forum so far. Hands down.Vulpine said:You are the harbourway bus. This chick either wants a ride or doesn't. If she wants to ride, she has to buy a ticket. Noone rides for free. If she doesn't want to buy a ticket... she can beat feet. What are you going to do? Put the bus in park, climb down and chase after her begging her to ride, maybe offer free round-trip tickets to anywhere you travel, just to "give you a try"?
There will be other passengers, and even more passengers at other stations. And, of course, there will be hustlers and bums trying to get a free ride along the way.
My bus has a dress code, a height limit, a weight limit, and a baggage limit. When chicks don't want to ride, I don't care because I'm over here in the next town selling tickets.
Right now my bus is in the garage with flat tires... but people keep buying tickets. It's odd because I can't promise them anything, and I don't offer refunds. I don't care to make a profit, I just drive the bus to see the countryside.
You aren't going to get any "how to get her back" advice around here, buddy. Why? Because that mindset is what is fukked.
She is not a beautiful snowflake. She is not as special as you think. Look at all the beautiful snow on the ground. And you're worrying about this one flake?