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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 replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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
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.
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.
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.