BootsOfEscaping
Don Juan
She is the only one on the lease. No way can I stay longer than I already have. She wants me to move and so do I.
Don Juanabbe, clean out your mailbox!
Don Juanabbe, clean out your mailbox!
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.
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.
I had two lowest parts in my life. The first one was living with my ex's dad. I kept everything in a small bedroom with me. Boxes were piled high to the ceiling. I crammed my dresser, tv, stereo, cats, litter box, and my computer into that tiny little room. I had to deal with my ex coming over and telling her dad (right outside my room) about the latest guy she's been fvcking.That was the lowest point in my life.
Living in a STUDIO apartment, in my 30's with nothing to my name except a truck, tv and sleeping bag.
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.
Why do they do that?Originally posted by NewMan
I feel ya.
It's funny, because my ex just IM'd me - wanting to know how I am...
Fvck that. Fvck being nice - and fvck being friends.
Don't give her the pleasure of thinking you will be "There for her"....
cut it off and don't look back.