blackbelt2k
Senior Don Juan
I'm trying to sell my 96 F3 bike. Its not running. I found someone who is willing to haul it off. Whats a good price i should ask for? I was thinking 600 at least. Any ideas guys?
"She Wants a Man, Not a Boy"
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.
selling bike
- Thread starter blackbelt2k
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"You Can't Argue a Woman Into Liking You"
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.
Bible_Belt
Master Don Juan
why is it not running?
blackbelt2k
Senior Don Juan
probably carbs are messed up. Either need serious cleaning or syncing, either way, i want to get rid of it. I already have enough for another bike, but I'd like to make get the most out of this one. Any ideas for a reasonable price?
Bible_Belt
Master Don Juan
Is anything else wrong with it? Scratches? How many miles? How are the tires? I remember red ones and yellow/purple, what color is it?
"You'll Never Feel READY to Walk Over"
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.