Cloudtopsun2100
Senior Don Juan
hey all ptown here anyone still looking for wings
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
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.
Care to elaborate? I am contemplating a move to Portland. I need an insider's perspective.thirtyplus said:It's a rough town but you get used to it.
the whole metro area is white trash and im guessing the black people there must be transplants from california (los angeles to be exact) by the way they behave.3countriesPlan said:portland has skank girls, a pretty crappy nightlife scene, and a massive ghetto called gresham which is filled with white trash, black trash, and everything else that could be wrong with a city. the MAX train is always full of bums-- move somewhere better
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.
I have noticed this anywhere were the winters are rainy/snowy. Girls have all this built up energy and they love to go out and show it off. They are much more friendly in their demeanor.TheBucketOfTruth said:Time for another jumpstart to this thread. CLEAR! *bzzzt*
Has anyone actually met up just for fun or gone out "sarging" in this oddball city? I'm from LA, so I'm not used to having to scour the city for good spots to meet attractive women. It seems very hit and miss in this city, although somehow during the summer months all the better looking girls come out of hibernation. Anyone else experienced this? Some people said it's just that it's the same girls dressed up better or more revealing, but I don't buy that hypothesis.
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.
You're right that there's a lot of chill places. Most of the clubs will have club girls in them, so if Aura bothers you then most of the real club clubs probably won't interest you.Evzone said:In my experience, Portland has a lot of chill places, but I haven't had as much luck looking for a more upbeat party place. Then again, I'm not the biggest expert on Portland nightlife. Any ideas?
Well thinking about it some more, it might have just been a bad night at Aura since I have heard good things from others. The deal was there were basically no girls under 30 when I was there (I'm 21)...so yeah. I'm looking for places to meet new women; I already got a reasonably good feel for where to take someone for date or something like that.TheBucketOfTruth said:You're right that there's a lot of chill places. Most of the clubs will have club girls in them, so if Aura bothers you then most of the real club clubs probably won't interest you.
Happy hour at Henry's 12th Street Tavern almost always has some cute women, but good luck finding a table without waiting for half an hour. All my friends are usually broke, so I don't have people to go out on the town with often. Are you looking for places to take women or pick up women?
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.