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
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.
: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
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.
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?
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
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 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.
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.