Hold up. If you go to Pook's member profile, it has a different blogspot as the homepage listed. Its http://mirrorofthesoul.blogspot.com/
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.
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.
THAT sounds more like Pook. Not only does his "thinking aloud" posting manner fit, the absence of a posting flood does too. I didn't think that Pook would spend tons of time writing posts on a blog instead of experiencing life.SexinEar said:Hold up. If you go to Pook's member profile, it has a different blogspot as the homepage listed. Its http://mirrorofthesoul.blogspot.com/
T Money said:You guys REALLY need to get Pook's d!ck out of your mouth's.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
That is not Pook's Blog and he mentioned this.Desdinova said:THAT sounds more like Pook. Not only does his "thinking aloud" posting manner fit, the absence of a posting flood does too. I didn't think that Pook would spend tons of time writing posts on a blog instead of experiencing life.
Oh yeah, and his sosuave profile validates this blog as his.
I do believe that dapook blog is definitely Pook. Before leaving SoSuave he did mention that he already had alot of materials he wrote stored in his computer and he was debating whether or not or how to get people to read it for those who were interested. I guess he found the best way for him to do that was through creating a blog.Pook said:Since I already have hundreds of pages of posts here, I have found a site that might help elaborate on this viewpoint further. Every post he makes is one I could have made, almost spot on.
http://mirrorofthesoul.blogspot.com/ (note: his tone puts off many people. Also, some ideas he has are a bit too isolationsist. But his heart is in the right place: live your life instead of living for women.)
:crackup:SexinEar said:Whats QFT? Quest for titties?
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.
Quit F'ing Trolling, in this context.SexinEar said:Whats QFT? Quest for titties?
Thanks for clearing that up.That is not Pook's Blog and he mentioned this.
Same here. Have you seen his last posts? Seems like an attention *****. Ask me anything! Really, and he giving that excuse about the inbox in SoSouave was kinda lame. Ok, some of his posts are great and so on, but I'm not sure if he is Pook.Desdinova said:Thanks for clearing that up.
As for the owner of the blog still claiming to be Pook, it's like a religion that says "We're the only true religion". I personally need some solid proof before I believe it.
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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.