NorwegianDJ
Master Don Juan
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Fellas, my bracelet is on my right arm. It will not cross over to the evil left side.
Day 1.
Day 1.
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
What?NorwegianDJ said:Fellas, my bracelet is on my right arm. It will not cross over to the evil left side.
Day 1.
As I said above, thanks! I seriously could not put it down. Gonna see if I can pick up the other 2 books shortly!Jack Wealthy said:Hunger Games.
It's pretty much another way of saying that I suck at no mb and I'm trying a different approach.amohield said:What?
mb is perfectly healthy.NorwegianDJ said:As I said above, thanks! I seriously could not put it down. Gonna see if I can pick up the other 2 books shortly!
It's pretty much another way of saying that I suck at no mb and I'm trying a different approach.
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.
Healthy and getting chicks/feelings good does not neccessarily relate.SamTheHobit said:mb is perfectly healthy.
I guess you can't really disprove anything before you've experimented with it properly yourself.SamTheHobit said:I highly doubt that jerking off affects game in the slightest. It's all in your head imo.
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.
This is true, porn however isn't at all. If you must mb, avoid porn.SamTheHobit said:mb is perfectly healthy.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Of course she's super excited to see me. We hug, and chat a tiny bit. As I take my phone out for her to take down my number, Violet shows up. I finish up quickly and walk Violet out. On our way back, we bump into Nic whom I command to tell me who has the keys. I was very commanding this night. We run into the rest of the folks, drop contact and walk back to my place.NorwegianDJ said:On family day, I spotted this hot sister of someone. Turns out it was Jean's sister. When she leaned over later and I saw her rack and body,( and face) I was sold.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.