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
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.
: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
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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?
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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?
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.
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
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 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.