"I just moved here from Florida."

That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?

She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."

She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.

I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.

Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.

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Socially "Un"Conditioned: Sebastians' Journey

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Ive been around these forums for a few years now, but for privacy related issues, I needed to create a new handle. Ive spent the last couple of years trying to give advice back to these forums..

somewhere in that process ive seemed to become complacent and its time for a change

Im 28 years old, and really havent focused much on FR's, and i think the time is now to start putting a few things into action.

My goal for this Journal is simple. Have the opportunity to grow, not only with women, but financially, career wise, and in all facets of my life.

This journal is as much for you as it will be for me. I dont mind feedback, but more importantly encourage other members to create their own additional journal and FR's, i think this is a big part of growth.
 

"Why Women Dump the Guys Who Try the Hardest"

You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.

And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.

Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.

The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.

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The Jesuit from Wisconsin​

The first Friday I ventured out on in awhile. I met up with my buddy Jason at a local bar downown. This place is not really my "normal" visiting establishment. Im a black guy in a grunge bar, but hey tonight it really didnt matter, my only goal was to drink as many beers as possible.

Jason is a pretty decent looking guy. Has no problems pulling women, but he seems to be his biggest enemy. when hes on fire, hes on fire, but when hes not, he seems to get into his own head. Bails early, makes excuses, and simply doesnt want to put in any effort.

Not exactly my crowd in this bar. When the guys have earrings in their ears the size of a quarter, its time for me to roll. The women in there were scarce to say the least. We had one more friend currently on his way so he told him to meet us across the street at another bar.

We walked in, and the atmosphere a little more "usual". It had a college feel to it. Again, not my first priority, but at this point i really could care less. In hour later, im about 4 drinks in & 2 Jamesons down (thanks to the aneroxic hb chic porpusely following me around the bar). She tried to spark a conversation 2x already prior to buying me a drink, i just wasnt interested.

Afterwhile, I start getting somewhat annoyed with Anorexic HB, so I head outside as if to smoke, in hopes that she does not follow. mission accomplished, I just quit smoking 3 months ago. Well, I quit BUYING ciggerattes 3 months ago, I tend to "borrow" one here and there. Whats fascinating is this seems to be the most common place that i have picked up women. Dialogue is much more socially accepted outside with a bunch of strangers having a smoke.

I borrowed a cigg from some guy standing by his lonesome. Between the glass door leading inside, I noticed a tall, Milky skinned Redhead. She was nicely dress in a long black dress, that showed her figure. She was laughing with a few girlfriends when i caught her attention. I waved her outside, really with no expectation. she obliged and came right outside.

After the initial Introductions and mild fliriting on my part, she asked me "so..what do you do?"

I hate when women ask me this. As if my career should define me. However, it never fails, this question inevitably will be asked. I didnt let her off easy... my response to her question was


"...lots of beautiful AND ugly women. which catagory do you think you will fall in?"



she didnt seem amused or even un amused. she just seemed confused as if my response was a legitmate answer from me. she rephrased the question...so I respond with..



" im a Financial Advisor for the bar owner, he asked me to mingle with patrons tonight" Again, i am only joking, but i dont think she gets it.

she proceeds to tell me what she does.. "I moved here (for some Jesuit group) and i work with social justice programs...blah BLAH blah" ...


I move the convo inside. I was having a hard time gauging this girl . she was ultra conservative, which only made things a bit more interesting for me. I tell her Im about to leave, we exchange numbers and I give her a kiss on the forehead. I push my cheek out for her to kiss it and she glares at me..


"im not like all the other girls you mess with... I can tell you go out and pick up girls all the time"



this only verifies that she IS JUST like all the other girls and attempting to display some form of restraint and challenge. I ignore her and kiss her on the cheek and put my cheek right back out there for her to return. she pushes my face away...

I have no idea if shes bullsh!tting or completely serious, but it didnt matter I intended on kiss closing. the only thing that was left uncertain was if i was going to get her five fingers across my face or a knee to the groin. I gave her a 5 second stare and I went in for the kiss close.. she reciprocated. She had so much built up expectation that she couldnt keep her hands to herself. she started to push her body against mine. then her hands started to travel...

unfortunately i REALLY did have to go, and had some other friends waiting for me, and i didnt want this girl tagging along the entire night. I dismissed, and we left the bar.

next bar was dead. hung around for a drink and then off to the breakfast spot! HB Jesuit redhead text me a few times that night. Didnt realize this til the next morning. Overall the night was average at best, but i did enjoy toying with the Jesuit
 

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The Wifey​

About 2 years ago, I met this newly married couple from a mutual friend. At the time I had a serious girlfriend, where we would occasionally all hangout.

I was alot closer to the husband, for the obvious reasons. We would go play golf on some weekends and hit some bars from time to time. all around nice guy. the wife would tag along from time to time. she is your typical blonde, blue eye private school girl. Hott to most guys without much experience, but for me, i tend to look a bit further than looks. she was cute, but personality wise its a bit dull.

Blonde Wifey never gave me the impression that she was interested. Even when she would get drunk and ask me inappropriate questions, one for example about "if its true what they say about blk men's penis" I mean ive been asked this before, so not much to read into. (and of course my answer is always the same :yes: )

So this week I meet up with husband and i was unaware he was bringing blonde wifey. by the time i get there theyve had a few to drink already. Not embarrasingly drunk, but it was getting close to "cut off" time.

I noticed blonde wifey first when i walked in. she runs up to me and give me a bearhug. you know, one of those hugs that was about 2 or 3 seconds too long. she murmed...

" whatever happens between you and me stays between you and me"

I chuckled, and tried to dismiss her comment by asking where her husband was. she ignored me. I leaned over to say something to my friend i came with and while i was talking she grabbed my left hand and placed it inside her shirt underneath her bra. The place was pretty dark, she pulled this off and i dont think one person noticed.

I started to feel a bit akward. I mean she was there not only with her husband but was standing next to a group of friends they came with. I started to walk away when she pulled me towards her, placed her lips by my ear and whispered ..." I will leave right now with you....?"

I laughed it off again, and told her i was going to go find her husband.

I avoided her the rest of the night, simply because i dont think she wouldve had her bearings to be discreet on any level.

I havent said anything yet to husband. I actually dont think im gonna say anything. To be honest, even if i did, i dont think he would do anything. Is women puts on a pretty good show..

I guess it goes to show... married or not, a hoe is a hoe
 
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