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Master Don Juan
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My condolences, just heard this on the news here in NY at 6:21 pm, June 25th, 2009.
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.
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.
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.
For fvcks sake man! Show some respect!!!Wiesman44 said:Dear Michael:
If only I could have spent one more endless night in your arms.
Yours Truly,
The Children
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.
I'm glad to know that you wouldn't kick a television superstar out of bed, I'm sure it's something you confront on a regular basis, whether to "hit" a celbrity or not. But I am relieved that you WOULD hit one of the most famous sex symbols of all time, if you absolutely had to.piranha45 said:I dunno about that farrah fawcett, maybe its something you had to live through to understand, but im not impressed with this:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Farrah_Fawcett_iconic_pinup_1976.jpg
im not saying i wouldnt hit that, but jesus there were way better shots of better women than that, back then.
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.
Yeah, he was defintely a weird dude. The mask, glove, and the intense plastic surgery(which is actually debateable, supposedly it was rumored that he had some kind of disease that turns the skin white, that is prone to black people) was bit strange, but as far as the child molestation accusations, I can't say he did or didn't do it. I wasn't there, so I'm not going to point fingers. Anyhow, even though I never got into his music(except "Black or White", very catchy tune), I must say he was an incredible artist with a tremendous amount of talent. Awesome stage presence. And don't forget guys, regardless of his weird tendencies and the plastic surgery that made him look scary, the guy did pull Lisa-Marie Presley, a fine piece of ass. More proof that hot women will over-look a lot of things with men. Yeah, the guy was classified as "King of Pop", but she could've latched onto another guy almost equally as popular or wealthy, who on top of it was normal.DJDamage said:He was a great performer in the 80's but he was also a messed up and disturbed human being.
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.