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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.
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.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
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 can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
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?
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.