speed dawg
Master Don Juan
Anazon, what happens when you die? It's all over, right? According to you, it will all be over. You're dead. Nothing.
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.
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.
I have no idea. That would be the most logical conclusion (that it would all be over), but I do not know for sure. My religious position is that I am agnostic, though i do not take offense to being loosely referred to as just an atheist either (since I think the burden of proof lies with those claiming that there is a God, and not vise versa).speed dawg said:Anazon, what happens when you die? It's all over, right? According to you, it will all be over. You're dead. Nothing.
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.
Well as i pointed out earlier, we already have a current marriage thread discussing the very thing(s) jonwon discussed (A misconception about marriage). If anything, those comments are the ones that should be moved and this one should be retitled.Bible_Belt said:Can you believe we got away with this much discussion of religion without the thread getting closed? The off-topic veer from the thread title has kept it alive. Notice that no one has called anyone else names, and it has not devolved into a lengthy flamefest.
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.