Atom Smasher
Master Don Juan
"Concerned Laurie" wrote a thank-you note to Mazwell Maltz for naming his book, "Psycho-Cybernetics" after her.
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.
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.
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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.
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.
I'm not sure what a sex monkey is but I'm mildly intrigued...5string said:Atom Smasher has 3 cats so he can attract highly medicated female cluster b sex monkeys.
:crackup: Well-crafted... The "SS income is genius"...Naughty Ninja said:Atom Smasher has committed the ultimate SoSuave moderator sin by selling himself out for a commission check to supplement his Social Security income by posting a cleverly disguised “rant” thread designed to assist in posters noticing and bringing traffic to David DeAngelo’s Double Your dating Loser Ad and site.
*There needs to be an investigation done on this Atom Smasher mole.
http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=204279
*Disclaimer: Naughty Ninja is not responsible for the users who are now intrigued enough to actually click on the ad mentioned and get themselves scammed.
Atom Smasher wrote and uploaded a script to SS that will clearly expose those seeking attention, boldly called "AWs" here in the community.Naughty Ninja said::cheer: LiveFreeofseX inspired by the "Attractive Driving" thread decides to take the challenge by sitting like an "alpha" while his wife pulls him around a Chinese village in his tricked out rickshaw.
BigNeil's no fail "dating tip": Bring plenty of dollar bills.
So Suave future domestic partners: Who says SS doesn't bring people together?
Danger and PlayHer man
( . ) ( . ) and Zarky
SauSageProduct and Packers
CordonCordon and Zinc4
Burroughs and Goundra/Whiteboy/Twentee
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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.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.