taiyuu_otoko
Master Don Juan
this reminds me of a line from a Bloodhound Gang song:
"Like Jim Jones I'll take you out with one punch..."
"Like Jim Jones I'll take you out with one punch..."
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.
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.
It has, and always will. Your are child watching Care Bears on TV, I am the child fighting in the school yard. I exist !Like hitting someone will solve the problem. Children please
Learn from it, but don't beat yourself up for it. That is not being positive or productive.If anything, you punch: Yourself, for failure to vet properly or your inability to be her best sexual option.
A relationship is an agreement between two people--no third party is obligated to honor that arrangement. If your gf is hot & you decide to fight every 'fvcker that tries to steal what's yours (lol)' you'll be fighting A LOT. Getting mad at the girl is pointless--she already cheated, she doesn't exist.
If anything, if I met the guy a gf cheated with I'd buy him a beer for saving me some time & potential financial loss & try to befriend him--because chances are he's a cool guy with a little bit of game and is a lot like you in a lot of ways. As long as he doesn't fall in love with your girl, chances are he'll be a good wingman.
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.
Anything out of your grasp is a troll ? Common reaction from a commoner. Here is a real life example of approaching, mate guarding, perception of threat and violence.Troll, or Virgin, or Woman.
If someone here ****ed my girl, my teenage self would beat the **** out of said male. At 30, I would buy that male a drink and said woman would be discarded from my life forever. She could get murdered the next day and I would not give a single ****. Too busy make money, traveling, and getting hotter babes.Not that many options, really.
1. Dump her
2. Plate her
3. Pimp her out
4. Fight over her
Op is arguing (poorly) for 4, but doesn't seem to understand the stupidity of it. Probably because he hasn't had other smarter guys (father, grandfather, uncles) telling him.
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.