Mitch_Mustain
Don Juan
I went to the mall yesterday and today and did a bunch of approaches and half of these girls were not very approachable. Is the mall a bad idea or am i taking a bad approach to it?
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
It's a number close, you asked for her number and you got it. That's a number close.Mitch_Mustain said:and I went back and I started to sweat and I was like "Hey, give me your number" or some ridiculous nervous nonsense. I think she liked this and she more than willingly gave it to me. But I dont count that as a true number closes.
Mitch_Mustain said:yeah...i felt like giving up at times but just because i really like women I kept trying. I only got one number at the mall from this girl i went to school with but only got to talk to her like once. Saw her working at Sears and so i talked to her and I didnt want to freak her out or annoy her so i kind of said bye and walked off as quickly as possible and then my friend was like "are you gonna get her number?" and I was like "err.. i dont kno..'" and he was like "Bull****! You're gonna go back there and get her number!" and I went back and I started to sweat and I was like "Hey, give me your number" or some ridiculous nervous nonsense. I think she liked this and she more than willingly gave it to me. But I dont count that as a true number closes.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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.
What.... why........ HOW COULD YOU MESS THAT UP? They we're handing their numbers to you, and you messed it up?! Wow.... just wow. All you had to do was get the pen and shut your mouth. They already agreed to it, no need to say anything more than "Ok great! Talk to you later."Mitch_Mustain said:fast forwards finally, this girl and her friend isolate themselves and saw that they were sort of looking our way and so I convinced the drunk guy to wing for me as I tried to talk to the other girl. We walk up to them and we were like "hey!" and they told me to get them a pen so they could give me they numbers. they took out a dollar bill and tore it in half to show and I started to walk over to the bar to get a pen but immediately wondered if these chicks were just trying to blow me off and I walked back and asked them why should I go? and they said "fine, we'll be right back" and as I expected they just went to flirt with some other jerks...i left disappointed again.
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.