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Don Juan
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Since my last post from July last year, I've been feeling as if the countless hours of forum reading, book reading and anonymous IRC chats to help me get better with ze ladies wasn't enough. Don't get me wrong, they helped, but they didn't get me to where I needed to be. I felt like there was a void that needed fulfillment, if you will. I thought it was a lack of field experience. So, I decided to go out into the field, chat up a bunch of HBs, and that'll be that. I might fail a couple of times to start off with, but surely, I'll improve.
I didn't improve. I distinctly recall recording 96 rejections on a particularly bad day once. It was horrible! I didn't know what to do, I didn't know where to go. Nothing else seemed to be working... I was, at this point, considering asking some of my "natural" friends if they could help. But my pride simply wouldn't let me go out and ask another guy for help. I didn't want to look like a chump.
3 months later, I was depressed and demotivated as I've ever been. I was an absolute train wreck. I had gotten to a stage where I didn't even care about women or men or alpha or ss or pua or kino or whatever. I would just wake up, flip through channels on the TV, and go to bed. Maybe get a little Xbox in or something before bed, and that would be that.
I would often just leave the TV on and do other things so that the background noise would help me feel less lonely. It was pretty bad. While the TV was on, I got wind of Steve Jobs dying. Great. One of my heroes, a man I've always aspired to emulate, a man whose ability to hold a room of thousands of people left me in awe, died. Just great.
Later, as I was ironing an old shirt I found, an ad came on the TV for something vague. It was a company called narrowDoor consulting. "We specialize in communication! Can't get that pretty girl you've always wanted? It's because your mouth says I love you, but your body says I'm a nervous, creepy wreck. We can fix that! Let us make you a better communicator today". That's when it clicked!
That's exactly what was wrong with me! I could not communicate! I remember being in the presence of a 9, and NOT BEING ABLE TO SAY ANYTHING. What I failed to notice was, I WAS SAYING A LOT with my body, even though my mouth was closed. I needed to fix this! I called the number on the screen, and after what seemed like 4 hours of being on hold, got connected to someone. I asked them if they'd keep what I was about to ask them confidential first. Then I asked if they could help me out with my HB issues.
They said yes. They gave me a figure. It was a little expensive, but in just a few days, my eyes were opened to the magical world of communication. Everything changed! I can read women perfectly! IOIs are SO easy to read! Low-interest is like RIGHT THERE! I can't believe I never saw it this way before. It's crazy. Once I got that down, I proceeded to hit every bar, club and place that women inhabit hard.
I got dozens and dozens of numbers, lots and lots of sex. I was happy.
Until I hit a ceiling. I had all the sex I wanted. I could still have more, but I was sick of different girls every night. I wanted a girlfriend. I wanted a relationship. And so, I thought "okay, mr. communicator, lets do this." Needless to say, in about two weeks, I chose my girl. She's amazing in almost every way. Her body, her voice (yes, this matters to me. dont like manly sounding girls), her face... she's got the whole package.
And so a little over a year later, my life has completely transformed. All from a little communication coaching and study. It's pretty crazy when you think about it, but man oh man, I'm so grateful I went that route. So my advice to y'all is this: learn about it, or have someone coach you, but either way, good communication is the way to the hot women. It was for me at least. I've included some links below in case y'all want proof or whatever. I wish all you Don Juans the best!
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Picture of the girlfriend & I before one of our formal outings (my face hidden behind her curvaceous body for confidentiality)
Picture of just the hottie, all dressed up.
The company that taught me the importance of communication and how to communicate right
I didn't improve. I distinctly recall recording 96 rejections on a particularly bad day once. It was horrible! I didn't know what to do, I didn't know where to go. Nothing else seemed to be working... I was, at this point, considering asking some of my "natural" friends if they could help. But my pride simply wouldn't let me go out and ask another guy for help. I didn't want to look like a chump.
3 months later, I was depressed and demotivated as I've ever been. I was an absolute train wreck. I had gotten to a stage where I didn't even care about women or men or alpha or ss or pua or kino or whatever. I would just wake up, flip through channels on the TV, and go to bed. Maybe get a little Xbox in or something before bed, and that would be that.
I would often just leave the TV on and do other things so that the background noise would help me feel less lonely. It was pretty bad. While the TV was on, I got wind of Steve Jobs dying. Great. One of my heroes, a man I've always aspired to emulate, a man whose ability to hold a room of thousands of people left me in awe, died. Just great.
Later, as I was ironing an old shirt I found, an ad came on the TV for something vague. It was a company called narrowDoor consulting. "We specialize in communication! Can't get that pretty girl you've always wanted? It's because your mouth says I love you, but your body says I'm a nervous, creepy wreck. We can fix that! Let us make you a better communicator today". That's when it clicked!
That's exactly what was wrong with me! I could not communicate! I remember being in the presence of a 9, and NOT BEING ABLE TO SAY ANYTHING. What I failed to notice was, I WAS SAYING A LOT with my body, even though my mouth was closed. I needed to fix this! I called the number on the screen, and after what seemed like 4 hours of being on hold, got connected to someone. I asked them if they'd keep what I was about to ask them confidential first. Then I asked if they could help me out with my HB issues.
They said yes. They gave me a figure. It was a little expensive, but in just a few days, my eyes were opened to the magical world of communication. Everything changed! I can read women perfectly! IOIs are SO easy to read! Low-interest is like RIGHT THERE! I can't believe I never saw it this way before. It's crazy. Once I got that down, I proceeded to hit every bar, club and place that women inhabit hard.
I got dozens and dozens of numbers, lots and lots of sex. I was happy.
Until I hit a ceiling. I had all the sex I wanted. I could still have more, but I was sick of different girls every night. I wanted a girlfriend. I wanted a relationship. And so, I thought "okay, mr. communicator, lets do this." Needless to say, in about two weeks, I chose my girl. She's amazing in almost every way. Her body, her voice (yes, this matters to me. dont like manly sounding girls), her face... she's got the whole package.
And so a little over a year later, my life has completely transformed. All from a little communication coaching and study. It's pretty crazy when you think about it, but man oh man, I'm so grateful I went that route. So my advice to y'all is this: learn about it, or have someone coach you, but either way, good communication is the way to the hot women. It was for me at least. I've included some links below in case y'all want proof or whatever. I wish all you Don Juans the best!
-lpx.
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Picture of the girlfriend & I before one of our formal outings (my face hidden behind her curvaceous body for confidentiality)
Picture of just the hottie, all dressed up.
The company that taught me the importance of communication and how to communicate right
