jtrain 289
Senior Don Juan
go to the bottom of the discussion forum click on dj bible then at the top it gives you choice of what u want click the book of pook .
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
pook doesn't seduce men because he's gay, he's just run out of women to seduce.jtrain 289 said:lol ok he's not gay but your right he doesnt use techniques thats why i want to talk ask him stuff cause i dont want to use techniques i just want to get some clarification on some things he said
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.
you pretty summed up the pook bible there.He has improved himself to the point that his personality (and improved body) attract women. He doesn't use bullsh1t techniques.
backbreaker said:lol, where do people get off on calling him gay? am I missing something? Do I need to throw away all my pookie posts?![]()
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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.
Great advice Wyldfire.Interceptor said:http://www.jbspencer.com/djb/Downloads/The Book of Pook.pdf
Look, guys.
Many of here are patient with you all. We know you have questions, and many of us have answers.
Many of us are willing to help you.
Some of us are pretty patient and tolerant.
But god damnit, read the DJ bible, people!!!
Start with that!
Most of what you need to know is in those resources.
Many people have bustted their ass to put this together for you all.
Thank them and us by informing yourself as much as humanly possible.
We are all growing here.
Many of us are very actively pursuing and living our dreams.
To be a part of that, start by learning. On your own.
Then come back when you have questions.
There are none so blind, as those who do not wish to see.
Naw, 217 posts without mentioning woman-haters, alcohol, pick up trucks, or prison? Not her.Great advice Wyldfire.
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.