Mr. Mystery
Master Don Juan
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Mr. Mystery
Mr. Mystery
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.
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.
Damn,all thats left is the amen here.This post is excellent and i needed to read something like this.Also i completely agree with the above quotedOriginally posted by dave134
Great advice, iqqi. For me, the realization that my thoughts had been controlling me (like they do for 95% of the Western world) was the key to changing my life and beginning to access my potential. I used to constantly dwell on negative thoughts and there were so many of them, but now I hardly think about myself negatively for more than two seconds. When negative thinking creeps into my brain, I recognize it and cease that thought pattern. It has made my life so much better.
As for not listening to a woman, that's just an example of people taking theory on this site way too far and failing to develop any thinking of their own. The reason this site states not to listen to women is because women have alterior motives when it comes to stating what attracts them (ie. to appear genuine, goodly, and non-slut like). All people are subconsciously lying to protect their own identity at different times. In this situation, though, what insecurity exists in women to categorically reject what they say about improving oneself? Open your minds, people.
just wanted to reiterate this. i think a lot of people on this forum misunderstand some of my posts. why is she telling us this embarrasing incident (jolly rancher incident, cat beat down, unknowingly being the other woman, ect.)Originally posted by iqqi
How do you own yourself? Easy. You just accept who you are. You have flaws as well as good points, and once you take responsibility for them you may find that they are not flaws at all. Many times flaws are what make you memorable and even loved. People often tell me I am crazy. When they tell me this I just agree, and tell them it is fun. It is free. And once they realize that I am not going to submit to whatever their idea of normal is, they either respect me more or they are jealous, or both! And it’s also great for the confidence, because I know if anything, I am unforgettable.
Once you own yourself, no one else can. They can’t tell you how to be, how to feel, how to act. They can’t tell you who you are. You start to care less about what people think of you, and so it becomes less of a factor in your every day decisions. You are free do think and be who you are, and it will come across in your actions and your personality. You will separate yourself from the masses. And instead of being AFRAID of being an individual, you will be FREE to be so.
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.
i live in a theater near you, actually....Originally posted by Bonhomme
If you were here, I'd put on an A-Ha record and have a dance with you.
Great post!
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.
Sounds fake.BobbDobbs said:Reality check!
As just one example, who do women go crazy over -- screen actors! Is that because when they see the actor on the screen they see the real person?
Or is the illusion they lust after?
You will have the rest of your life for quiet introspection, finding out who you are, becoming what you want to be.
In the meantime, you'll want to get a little frisky with the ladies. So find out what image they want to see and give it to them -- good and hard.![]()
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.
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.