PeasantPlayer
Master Don Juan
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- Jun 20, 2013
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For what?
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Figured thatIt was revealed he wasn't a real DJ. He only messed around with ladyboys in S.E. Asia.
There was a dumb back and forth between him and another user with a lot of personal insults thrown around. My guess is the mods warned him repeatedly and he ignored them.For what?
People need to teach their children:There was a dumb back and forth between him and another user with a lot of personal insults thrown around. My guess is the mods warned him repeatedly and he ignored them.
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.
He was one of few members here who was spot on. Prior to his ban there were trolls messaging people tell everyone he is secretly a lesbian. He was a valuable poster IMO.When defeated by logic
It's so weird that you guys send hateful messages to each other behind the scenes.He was one of few members here who was spot on. Prior to his ban there were trolls messaging people tell everyone he is secretly a lesbian. He was a valuable poster IMO.
Your pms doesn't seem disabled...Exactly why my pms are disabled.
Yeah Spooz knew the game, but it was his general POV towards everybody here that likely got him banned.Doesn't surprise me. He was very emotional.
When defeated by logic he would go straight to insults and demand proof that women talked to you.
He did run a lot of game on people here though, so he knew the concepts.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Are you sure about that? I could had sworn it was the other issue. ;'pThere was a dumb back and forth between him and another user with a lot of personal insults thrown around. My guess is the mods warned him repeatedly and he ignored them.
Lol, did you try sending me one?Your pms doesn't seem disabled...
*badum tssssh*
That always gets me.When defeated by logic he would go straight to insults and demand proof that women talked to you.
It was a period joke.Lol, did you try sending me one?
She knows it man. On her part it was AW bait as well.It was a period joke.
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.
I actually totally missed the joke until he pointed it out.She knows it man. On her part it was AW bait as well.
Completely wrongWoman on a ship is bad luck. You miss Spaz and you need someone else to toy with, that's why you baiting, that's all there is to it. Carry on.
Until my account gets deleted as I requested...It was revealed he wasn't a real DJ. He only messed around with ladyboys in S.E. Asia.
You better believe it. He took me from ready to steady. The whole thing is crystal clear now. It’s easy to separate the men from the boys for me now.He was one of few members here who was spot on. Prior to his ban there were trolls messaging people tell everyone he is secretly a lesbian. He was a valuable poster IMO.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.