learningtopimp
Senior Don Juan
Stuart,
This is a tight post.....I can see how these help in different situations.
This is a tight post.....I can see how these help in different situations.
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.
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.
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.
Damn this post is old, this was like my one of my first posts here.Originally posted by Zelemont:
If im looking to pick up some dirty sluts in the ghetto I'll try these techniques....
But until that day comes (and it won't) I'll take my advice from the people who can type in at least half-decent english. I understand typos and ****, but when you seem to be trying as hard as possible to make yourself sound ghetto, it just gets annoying.
Ya damm right I'ma talk trash, I usually don't like talking trash but when someone starts it off, criticizing my advice without first giving it a try, then, you're damm right, I'll defend myself.Originally posted by Zelemont:
My point never was that I was born with perfect English, just that some people read books and at least halfway listen in school rather than trying to act like badass thugs who are to gangsta to be intelligent.
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.
MEGA LOL!!! *rape* did she really said that, lolOriginally posted by diplomatic_lies:
This happened during New Years eve. Unfortunately the girl happened to be the one sitting next to me in business class.
Me: Heeey! Haven't seen you in a while! Hows it going?
Her: Um...
Me: -Put arm around her and then under her shirt-
Her: Wha? Help! Rape!
Me: Wha....?
Friend: -Dragged me away-
Friend: Thats not your girlfriend
Me: Whoops
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.
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.