Yes. That's why you have no authority to give advice on the subject.Deus ex Pianoforte said:I can't talk to girls. Remember?
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Yes. That's why you have no authority to give advice on the subject.Deus ex Pianoforte said:I can't talk to girls. Remember?
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.
Deus ex Pianoforte said:That's total bullѕhit, man. Just because girls paralyze me with intimidation doesn't mean that I can't speak intelligently of the experiences that I HAVE had with women.
Maybe, but human nature is fairly pervasive.Deus ex Pianoforte said:Or much more likely...things are different on another CONTINENT.
I wasn't aware California had already started it's trek towards Hawaii.Deus ex Pianoforte said:Or much more likely...things are different on another CONTINENT.
Ah, yeah I have people in India, Ireland and a few other places working on my projects, plus the cute little project manager for one of them is a Brit Chick. Also some of the components come from an R&D group we keep in the UK.Deus ex Pianoforte said:Oh. British spelling, but you live in America. Gotcha.
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.
This is true, however it's not really useful. More useful is the question "If you offered the woman who's admiring the RR a choice between having a RR and a Yugo, which will she likely choose?" Or more precisely "If you offered the woman who's admiring the RR a choice between having a guy driving a RR and a guy driving a Yugo, which will she likely choose all else equal?"Deus ex Pianoforte said:Women can ADMIRE good looks without REQUIRING them. You know, kind of like they can admire a Rolls Royce without requiring a man to drive one?
My experience is that this is true, in fact they are generally just being more selective because they can.Nighthawk said:Hot women are not dying to reject guys, they are dying to be fucked. Agree or disagree?
Wrong, but even if they enjoy both, they still do both. Do you want to be one of the ones they ****, or are you just wasting your time being here?Deus ex Pianoforte said:The pleasure of shooting a man down trumps the pleasure of sex..
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Ironically enough (for a guy who loves strawmen) the best you could probably do is to claim this is an improper extension of your analogy since you introduced the analogy (woman admires RR) it makes that strawman claim pretty disingenuous.Deus ex Pianoforte said:Ironically enough, by equating cars with human beings you are flirting with strawman territory. You just left the building, in other words.
OK.Deus ex Pianoforte said:Let's not jump the gun, here.
Hot women reject a lot of guys because there are tons of "overconfident dillusional losers" with nothing to offer who get on her all day long. That's why some HB's develop that "*****face" to keep losers away. But most HB's are open to meeting guys who look like they take care of themselves physically,have ambition and a good personality. There are guys dating these women,so obviously your phobia's are extreme.Deus ex Pianoforte said:The last compliment I received was "You are very good-looking."
I understand that, but I just can't do it. If a woman is too hot, she's just dying to reject guys anyway so there's no point in trying to make eye contact with them unless you're a masochist or in the very upper echelons of PUA's.
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So what will the hotties do to you, not sleep with you? Sounds a lot like the outcome of not walking up. Look at it this way, if you get a 0.4% success rate and approach 10 per day, you'll be on a date with a hb9 within 25 days or so .....Deus ex Pianoforte said:Unless I achieve fame or fortune, I seriously doubt I'll ever get the chance to bust inside one of those girls.
They won't remember you and how is asking a fellow human for contact info degrading? If anything they have degraded themselves.Deus ex Pianoforte said:Enough to degrade myself 999 times and allow anybody in the nearby vicinity to snicker behind my back whenever I see them in the future? I don't know.
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.
Nighthawk said:Do you believe you can change?
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.