Francisco d'Anconia
Master Don Juan
:yes: But it's curious that you thought so...Rex Man said:...(After rereading your post, Fancicso, I realized that you where talking about anyone and not me in general)
Rex Man
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.
:yes: But it's curious that you thought so...Rex Man said:...(After rereading your post, Fancicso, I realized that you where talking about anyone and not me in general)
Rex Man
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.
Why would I be jealous about it? That's just my opinion, that you're playing russian roulette with your johnson banging that many chicks. But I don't really care who sticks their d!ck in what. Far be it for me to judge a man by what he does with his unit.Sicarius said:That's a stupid, jealous way to look at it. If you're 20 with 100 partners most of whom are significantly attractive, then you're just damn good.
Good point. That was my problem years ago. Good numbers, but the not sexual experience (or confidence) I should've had, because most were one night stands or two day flings. My friend's advice at the time was "find a steady, nasty girlfriend who loves sex and fvck her every day for a few months and then problem solved".if you are going to make a list of how manys, instead of how many different chicks in total, why dont you total how many times with each chick?
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
Remember in another thread when I mentioned that most men are concerned with quantity over quality???? (hint, hint... wink, wink... nudge, nudge...)penkitten said:said a guy who could still count them on his fingers.
if you are going to make a list of how manys, instead of how many different chicks in total, why dont you total how many times with each chick?.
rex, im really not mean and heartless , as i was joking about the counting on the hands thing. i thought you could tell.Rex Man said:Penkitten- You are a very mean & cruel person, just wanted you to know that.
Rex Man
is this the one?Francisco d'Anconia said:My buds and I do talk about women but we definitely don't use them as a barometer of our sexual prowess; we might as well just whip our d1cks out onto the bar and compare length, it still doesn't effectively measure you as a man. You're shortchanging your life thinking that it such a measurement is such a major defining factor.
If you measure your life by the quality and not the quantity of what it contains you just might have a better outcome with women. So much so, that you may be with enough to realize that it just doesn't matter.
ummmmmm... Sure!Did I make the 'cool' list or something?
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.
Interesting. I'd be curious on the various definitions of quality.penkitten said:is this the one?
heres another :
http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=102973&highlight=quality+quanity
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
i honestly dont think i want to know all the different definitions of quality.Francisco d'Anconia said:Interesting. I'd be curious on the various definitions of quality.