D.J. King Allister
Don Juan
When is Pook coming back?
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.
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.
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.
BeginningDJ said:FYI, he posts under gspshields2
Atom Smasher said:I'm Pook's dad. I've taken away his computer privileges until he cleans up his room.
I wouldn't hold your breath. He disappeared when SoSuave started to see a real influx of sensitive mangina's. It didn't help when that crazy old b!tch started that whole "OMG pook has crossed over to the dark side and is now a woman hater" bullsh!t when he veered away from the whole Tony Robbins vibe and started breaking down the psychology of our Westernized slores. Vital red pill wisdom such as hypergamy and the rationalization hamster were rarely seen as a textbook norm back then and for a legend to touch on it was obviously too much for some of these socially unaware maladaptives. The tears cameD.J. King Allister said:When is Pook coming back?
^ This.Social_Leper said:'You cannot fully know the principles of this website until you leave it'
-Pook
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
who is the old bytch?( . )( . ) said:I wouldn't hold your breath. He disappeared when SoSuave started to see a real influx of sensitive mangina's. It didn't help when that crazy old b!tch started that whole "OMG pook has crossed over to the dark side and is now a woman hater" bullsh!t .
I doubt Pook is dead in the literal sense, but I think the man who was Pook is a different person today, these ten years later. As his blog shows, he became a bit darker and cynical with his view of women as time went on.PairPlusRoyalFlush said:He's probably dead.
*Sniff*The Gambler said:As his blog shows, he became a bit darker and cynical with his view of women as time went on.
Wyldfire : A well past expiry date disruptive attention seeking cluster B. I'm still baffled as to how it made over 9 thousand posts before they finally banned it's crazy ass.Solomon said:who is the old bytch?
Great observation.... However, I was simply comparing Pook to himself.( . )( . ) said:Is that a faint whiff of mainstream indoctrination I smell?
Pointing out red pill truths as to what drives women's behaviour is neither dark nor is it cynical.
That is the price you pay for digging deep, once you break down what women are really about then the truth is not a pretty thing.The Gambler said:As his blog shows, he became a bit darker and cynical with his view of women as time went on.
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.