Houston: Centerfolds and Treasures.Glad Im coming there in a months time for a little visit, you gotta recommend some strip joints for me![]()
Atlanta: Palazzio.
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.
Houston: Centerfolds and Treasures.Glad Im coming there in a months time for a little visit, you gotta recommend some strip joints for me![]()
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`ll keep that in mind, going to Texas and Houston in particular.Houston: Centerfolds and Treasures.
Atlanta: Palazzio.
Tonight I found myself sitting in my regular bar - without even one remotely hot woman nearby, and only one hot wait staff member, who was put to shame by my last date - and tons of guys my age, missing my 21 year old who used to Uber 25 miles to see me. I realized my time is done here. I think I'm moving to San Antonio (a short ride to Austin just in case).I`ll keep that in mind, going to Texas and Houston in particular.
I also want a regular bar to go to, its so american.Tonight I found myself sitting in my regular bar - without even one remotely hot woman nearby, and only one hot wait staff member, who was put to shame by my last date - and tons of guys my age, missing my 21 year old who used to Uber 25 miles to see me. I realized my time is done here. I think I'm moving to San Antonio (a short ride to Austin just in case).
The two things that make us the strongest:I also want a regular bar to go to, its so american.
Austin is the place to be in Texas? Why not move there
Im trying to sleep when immages of this oneitis keeps entering my mind, the most beautiful dark blue eyes I have ever seen. It also makes me think of the high score theory even more. If I as a man can feel this so strongly after only fuking her twice, imagine all the other guys she couldnt get and her pain. No wonder these sluts have no good left in them at an older age (this particular onitis was 28 like me at the time, and said she was stressed out over her age)
High value men are leaving the rest of us newbies with damaged goods, cant we just get mainstream media to hate brad pits instead of all men and get along?
Just some thoughts keeping me up
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.
She broke the thank-you-text rule so I never wrote to her again. She did text after the date, but it was something like "send me some of the photos when you get a chance". Not good enough. Am I becoming too high maintenance?I'm sure some will find her cute, but she doesn'tdo anything for me. But you aren't me, you are you. If you find her attractive then go for it.

+1She is 20.5
-1But this girl had way too many tattoos last night.
So I held out and tonight she sent two texts, saying "Neil, PLEASE REPLY - my phone was broken!"
+1I swung by her work tonight and she threw herself at me.
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.
In a way, the ink is like Neil spray. Keep the Neil off. It's sort of a heartbreak prevention system. I'll never fall for her now. So she can cure me without infecting me.Once a woman gets her first tattoo, she's pretty much ruined. They always want to get more.