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Don Juan
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I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act; but I do believe in a fate that falls on them unless they act.
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.
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.
Thanks, my weightlifting got effed up when the teacher gave us the wrong workout schedule. I was trying to hangclean 125, when I just got to doing 95.novaknight said:Thats a lotta strength gain...percentwise speaking.
Congrats dude.
How do you shoot for a number?Smock said:Thanks, my weightlifting got effed up when the teacher gave us the wrong workout schedule. I was trying to hangclean 125, when I just got to doing 95.
Deadlifts and squats are the same maybe with 5 extra lbs.
12/6/11
Anyway, I am not gone. I hit on two girls last week and just shot for their numbers out of the air after an introduction and a short conversation. One was more serious and the other was just a test of confidence. My friends give me quite a bit of respect for doing what I am doing now. Today, I was walking out of the locker room to wrestling practice when a girl said "Hola" to me. Then, BOOM! Almost like second nature, I stopped and talked to her for a bit and introduced myself. After about a minute or two, I shot for the number. I have noticed that girls get all flustered as if they have never seen this behavior before. She had a friend next to her who gave me her number. I thought it was alright because the girl I was hitting on did not try to stop her from giving me her number.
Practice was great as always, first meet tomorrow. I am not very good at wrestling, but that is the wrong mindset to have. I am in it to win it this year, and no bull****ting myself.
Until then,
Smock
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.
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.
That's what it said when I got my weight certified. I am pretty sure my actual bf is 8% when I tested it myself just a few months ago.Jack Wealthy said:I doubt your bf% is that low. I was around 7 when I was anorexic and I had an eight pack, weighed 59 kilos and was 175cm.
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.
Theres several formulaes online. Choose a good one and stick with it.Smock said:@ohbe
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias=aps&field-keywords=body+fat+caliper
It will probably come with a chart(or whatever) to calculate the measurements. Or punch the numbers into an online calculator.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.