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 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.
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.
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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?
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.
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.