EyeBRollin
Master Don Juan
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Any thoughts on Jessica Vestal from love is blind? Looks to be in the 8-9ish range?
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.
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.
She was trying to sell you a shirt at the Mexican Western store wasn't she? ;-)View attachment 12347 View attachment 12348 View attachment 12349
latinas are the holy nectar of female breed.
future wifey right there
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.
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latinas are the holy nectar of female breed.
future wifey right there
Yes. It comes from their African DNA. Have you ever been to South Africa? The native Bantu women have the biggest natural hips and asses on the planet.Latinas have insane hips and asses
South Africa specifically? Not familiar with Bantu women, no. I did go on a date with a west African woman and she had massive hips too but not quite that "hourglass" shape seen with other women, she was overall kind of just bulky in that region, wasn't a fan.Yes. It comes from their African DNA. Have you ever been to South Africa? The native Bantu women have the biggest natural hips and asses on the planet
She aint no dang on 8 brotha. She is a 6/10 at best. Now it makes me worried about the chicks yall be bragging about lol.I wouldn’t give her a 10 but she is nice looking.
Agreed. Nice looking lady. For me she is an 8.
Her face is a 10/10
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.
She’s wearing little makeup. Face is 6-7ish, body is a 9. That’s an 8 brotherShe aint no dang on 8 brotha. She is a 6/10 at best. Now it makes me worried about the chicks yall be bragging about lol.
Joke. Shes aight.
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.
Poor thing needs a refund.Tits are awful.
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.