wjh
Master Don Juan
You guys can't tell that iqqi is a sista?
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 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.
Interceptor is putting iqqi on a pedistalInterceptor said:BTW, you look absolutely ravishing, darling....
Iqqi is a black girl? That would explain why she's so fiesty maybe.wjh said:You guys can't tell that iqqi is a sista?
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
Or born and raised in the hood.ketostix said:Iqqi is a black girl? That would explain why she's so fiesty maybe.
I never said it was a cold approach. A lot of times in life, you have to let someone get to know you, before there is genuine attraction.ketostix said:You left out plus you may have been horny, plus you knew him for a while. He didn't get you from a cold approach.
Well your need for proof is in the pics I won't be providing, right? Cause otherwise my detailed account of what happened was my case.ketostix said:ALL THE TIME huh? And not just ugly ones you also said nice. Proof?
I think that money fame power looks, ect, are all superficial, and won't get you to a happy place with a good woman.ketostix said:Like what going for them being nice? Hmm ugly nice guys are pretty common. I agree ugly guys can and would have to have something more going for them that women value besides looks. Money +Fame+power will trump looks and ugliness.
Actually, I don't think I am the only hot chick he has ever gotten. I think the ugly girls are just easier to keep around. Maybe he is lazy. I've seen him with hot chicks before, I just never seen them stick around for long. But then again, its not like I see him all the time.ketostix said:Remember he gets ugly girls. If he's got so much going for him besides looks and according to you ugly guys get hot girls all the time, then why are you the only hot girl he's got? That assumes you're even hot.
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.
post a pic. i am brutally honest. that means with good comments, too.ThunderMaverick said:And I look like an airbrushed insurgent! But I'm not middle eastern. WTF?
Edit: Hmm I curious now. Iqqi, if it were based on my looks alone would we have sex? I imagine you as Wynona if you ARE telling the truth, so it would be a go for me. =D
There's nothing to contribute, this is your masturbation thread. I'm just enjoying it for the ego-debauchery that it is.iqqi said:^^^You are like a puppy dog that won't go away. And you contribute nothing.
Sorry, I don't duel with card-carrying members of AARP.Interceptor said:Silence, Dog!
You shall not speak to my fiance Iqqi in that manner!
I demand satisfaction,knave!
Prepare for a duel!
En Guarde!
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.
I am going to have to start reporting your posts if you don't contribute. Either make a point, follow it up with a quote of what you are debating, or go away. Random insults and accusations don't count.wjh said:There's nothing to contribute, this is your masturbation thread. I'm just enjoying it for the ego-debauchery that it is.
Oh poor you. I've taken enough from this site to last a life-time.iqqi said:I am going to have to start reporting your posts if you don't contribute. Either make a point, follow it up with a quote of what you are debating, or go away. Random insults and accusations don't count.
For instance the post I just quoted is trolling and flame baiting, and looked down upon here at sosuave. Even if it is directed at a girl.
lol - just don't mess up the hairInterceptor said::crackup: LOL! I'll hit you with my wheel chair you whipper snapper!
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.