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Don Juan
Pook has put up another good post on his blog: Live In The Talent
His writing just keeps getting better. Keep it up Pook.
His writing just keeps getting better. Keep it up Pook.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
When I read B.S. like that last post on Pook's Mill, I ask myself the exact same question.Gaucho said:Oh god, that is rhetoric if ever I have read it.
Is Pook actually successful, or just likes to live in fantasy land?
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
I dunno, for me it's not really hard to understand. It's about using your sexual energy to accomplish greatness. It's not a new theory. It's more about accepting that reality of yourself instead of using your sexual energy for merely pleasure alone. I think it's a good observation on human nature that a lot of modern men miss.Technical1 said:I guess its cool if you want to preserve Pook's memory and image or whatever.... but "Just live in the talent"?
live....in the talent?
what-ever.
I mean to say with this inspirational stuff it gets to a point where nobody knows what the author is exactly talking about anymore but nobody cares because he is "inspired" "enlightened" and hey, inspirational messages are ALWAYS good, de facto and de jure. (I actually dont know what the second expressions means lol).
An inspirational message has to be targeted to its audience like any other peice of writing. You can excuse Pook on the basis that he's on a higher level than someone like myself, but then who is this spiritual elite that is reading Pook's work and finding truth in the mantra "Live in the talent?"
So I guess I just have to accept that Pook is over my head, and that the reason his writing makes no sense to me anymore is because I havent reached his level. Well, if that were the case he could be a little more cryptic and esoteric rather than speaking in tones which seem open to be understood by everyman. Because he still writes like an inspiration for the man in the street except it doesnt make sense anymore. Live in the talent? Sex and man's striving form an ellipse?
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.