The Antichrist_Star
Master Don Juan
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Who knows Nocturnal... who knows.Originally posted by Nocturnal
Matrix... I wish I could meet you. I really do...
The plates get cleared and the silence lands like a brick. You can feel her waiting. Your brain offers up your commute, your job, the weather — topics that have ended more second dates than bad breath.
Here's what most guys never learn: women hand out free conversational material all night long. Tiny clues about what they actually want to discuss. Catch them and you never run out of things to say — because she's telling you what to say next.
Rule 4 of the "22 Rules" trains your ear to catch every single one.
Who knows Nocturnal... who knows.Originally posted by Nocturnal
Matrix... I wish I could meet you. I really do...
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.
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.
That is a good question Bunk, and I would imagine that the answer to it would be simply that I have my Instant Messager handle posted on this board, and from what I have been told... I give fairly decent advice... but perhaps I am mistaken. Second, the fact that I choose against hanging with the "popular" people during my high school tenure has nothing to do with these people Instant Messaging me... considering that none of us know each other formally... let alone in actuality. Thirdly Bunk... what the fuck does your post in its entirety have anything to do with what I just wrote? Just curious.Originally posted by Bunk 040
BUT that **** sounds like a ****ing DYD newsletter or something.
You say:
"I receive countless instant messages a day from people, all asking me what they should do in their lives."
Now why the hell are the messaging you I ask. Is it because you never hung out with the "cool' kids? If that is so, then you contradict your logic in a couple of the rants (only read 1.5). You said that people only follow whats cool and you weren't perceive as cool since you didn't hang out with cool kids. Now that leads back to my question: Why The Fuck Are They Messaging You? Just curious.