Mind_Body_Soul
Senior Don Juan
That's great! LMAO.The paragraph says to Harbourway; LJBF.
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.
That's great! LMAO.The paragraph says to Harbourway; LJBF.
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.
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'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.
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?