cablecow15
Master Don Juan
yes indeed , I might make walmart my next point of interest after i go to the clubs this weekend
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
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.
http://www.sosuave.net/forum/newreply.php?do=newreply&p=1909032Eternal_water said:I'm trying this tonight for the first time If I don't bottle it, going at midnight to a club, gonna try some Mcchenrycruiser pick ups
I've never been rejected on the spot so I have major AA, maybe not after tonight.
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.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXWflJS2TkE&feature=player_embedded#!Eternal_water said:Cable, what link were you trying to post?
when I click on it, it simply brings up the quote option.
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.
dont be hard on yourself , keep at it , my first night out i didnt do anything , but each night out i had after that was progressively betterEternal_water said:Ok so I went to a club alone last night for the first time (as in first time alone)
to get the 10 rejections, was harder than I thought.
Firstly the place was too loud to start a conversation with anyone, and it was also too crowded. I was also put off by the fact that they are hardly ever to be caught on their own.
I found one who was on her own but pussied out at the last second and turned away. Later I found another one, this one was sitting down looking at her phone so I forced myself into it.
Within seconds of talking to her I realise my mistake, she is smashed off her face, you know when they are close to tears and its just from alcohol, she was that drunk, couldn't stand up, and her phone didn't work (she was trying to call her friends) - I quickly moved on.
Eventually I found another and approached who wasn't drunk, didn't take long to get my first rejection, felt better after that.
Later I found 2 sitting on their own, and approached and got my second rejection, although I kind of cheated on that one by telling her the game and asking for the rejection like in the original post so it probably doesn't count.
Eventually I gave up on it and left, I realise I was probably giving out very insecure vibes being it my first time alone, but still only 3 approaches and I can't count the drunk one really
To recap I basically pussied out last night, dammm