Reyaj
Master Don Juan
I guess I am human...jophil28 said:That means that they still have indirect control over your emotions, and your "no shyte" behavior is being shaped and triggered by your lingering anger and resentment.
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 guess I am human...jophil28 said:That means that they still have indirect control over your emotions, and your "no shyte" behavior is being shaped and triggered by your lingering anger and resentment.
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.
jophil28 said:That means that they still have indirect control over your emotions, and your "no shyte" behavior is being shaped and triggered by your lingering anger and resentment.
Although both your criticisms are correct, I am strongly convinced that this IS the right way to go, nevertheless. In order to achieve balance in anything, one goes through a constant process of alternating between two opposites, learning to move less far along the spectrum (and straying closer to the middle) with each alternation. Someone learning to walk a tightrope will feel his weight shifting to the right and then clumsily shift it all the way to the left, in order not to fall off. But shifting it all the way to the left, he almost falls off again, so he shifts it to the right again but less far than the last time. And so forth and so forth... Through training, he learns to move less far to each side at the moment of alternating, until finally, he finds a perfect balance in the middle, where his body moves right nor left but just stays in balance.Jamo said:Overdoing it and going to the other extreme by being an azzhole is not going to help either
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.
Hahaha, I just totally sh!t my pants when I read that. I know exactly what you're talking about! When you've always been a nice guy, there's such new joy to be found in being an azzhole, it's like a whole new world opens up to youSandow said:I'm being a total ashole and it feels great!!!
I thought the same thing onreading post 1vatoloco said:That's the first thing that popped into my mind as I was reading.
The boss has been (or will be) fucking her. Hey, the guy can pay for skiing vacations! Can you do that? No? Well, a newer, nicer (and more loaded) branch who can has now appeared so you're out.
Sorry my friend. Time to spin a new plate.
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.
This quote is absolute gold, sums up my evolution over the last 4 years...Die Hard said:Only once I've learned how to dominate them and how to defend myself effortlessly against their treacherous ways, will I be nice to them........once in a while, that is
Delly2000 said:So we started having arguments. She had me waiting for a few hours while she got ready and I got angry and checked her.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
jophil28 said:The beginning of the arguments is the the beginning of the 'power struggle' phase.
The honeymoon is starting to lose its dreamy quality for at least one of the parties.
If that is her, she often starts to become more demanding, more edgy and less giving and compliant. Sex can become a bargaining chip and a tool in her quest for control.
The beginning of the end with that particular kind of woman .