Jair213
Master Don Juan
wow. legendary
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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Bump for awesomeness.jophil28 said:Update- HB calls me an hour ago (after about a dozen texts from her which I ignored) and I pick up.
Since the restaurant drama, I have had about 40 hours to think it through.
MY Mil training kicked in and i was indeed prepared for a counter assault. The second assault is a tougher battle because both sides know about the other's strengths,weaknesses and resources..
Here is the abbreviated version of our convo..
HB, "Jophil I know that you are upset...can we talk ?"
Jophil," About what ?" ( I draw her out into the open)
HB, " That suggestion that I needed three other men was just an idea that Leanne floated past me. WE were not really serious."
Jophil," Look I am due to be someplace else in a half hour but I thought about your suggestion and I think that it is a great idea. "
HB, " HUH ! "
Jophil, " Next time you talk to Leanne, thank her for giving me a great idea. I plan to find another three women to fulfil all my needs. I have alloted you the 'sex slave' position. Gotta run...."
Click.
Atom Smasher said:Bizzle, Jophil can't answer you because he died of an illness a few years ago. This is an old thread.
However, your question is valid and worthy of discussion. This is far from a comprehensive answer, but in any relationship you need to lay the groundwork where she fears losing you and where she considers you to posses higher value than her. As soon as that dynamic flips, the relationship must go downhill. The death knell of a relationship is when the man gets comfortable and lazy. He starts acting too nice and accommodating, and she loses respect for him. Stick around here and you'll learn the nuances of this.
There's nothing wrong with being nice, but it must be carefully balanced with being distant, mysterious, and the unquestioned authority in the relationship. The "niceness" becomes the reward for good behavior and therefore is a tool by which a man can align her behavior with your expectations.
A woman can only be truly attracted to a man who she considers to possess higher value than herself. That desire continues as a relationship grows.
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.
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.
I recall telling a former girlfriend (who at the time had survived cancer) that if I had a fatal illness that I wouldn't tell anyone. She asked why and I said because I wouldn't want anyone to treat me any differently or delicately. I would want my remaining months to be treated as "business as usual."Yup. He and I used to write to each other at least 3 to 4 times a week and he never even told me he was sick.
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Yes it was tough. Now that I think of it I think I was vaguely aware that he was going through some kind of illness, but we never directly talked about it. He was a genuinely great guy.Atom Smasher, I can imagine that this was a bit difficult for you.
Jophil responded to (I believe) my first posting here on sosuave. I never got to know him as you, but I really respected his thoughts and approach.
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.
I can understand that she needs one from the front and one from behind, but what about the other two?Here is the short version of a recent 'event' -
Been dating HB7 for a while now - almost a year. Good woman, conventional morals, mainly respectful but a tad avoidant and passive. She thinks that I am a "loveable assh0le" - perfect !
Anyways she tells me a month ago that she "needs to see someone" about her relationship with her overbearing sister and some unfinished business with her Dad.
SO she goes to the Business Pages and finds a clinical psychologist who agrees to see her. Lets call the psych Leanne. Leanne apparently is a feminist and a liberal. My spidey senses go on alert.
HB attends two sessions and hits the booze for an hour or so directly after each session.
I am seeing yellow flags waving. She also mentioned that her relationship with me is of particular interest to Leanne.
Two days ago she attended her third session.
We go out to eat afterwards and she says, " Jophil, Leanne said that I might need up to FOUR men in my life to fully meet my needs."
MY alarm bells ring loudly so I politely excuse myself and take a trip to the bathroom.
So I quickly figure it out. She has turned her sessions with Leanne into a bytche fest and Leanne is contaminating the interaction with her own agenda.. Another dimwitted counselor forcing one of her faddish ideas into the mind of a vulnerable client.
Back in the day before I joined SS , I would have asked HB to explain in detail what is going on with Leanne . I would have debated every tiny sliver of information about what 'advice' Leanne is stuffing into HB . I would have tried to 'reason' with HB and assure her that what liberal Leanne is proposing is some fashionable crap from the loonie left of feminism.
In effect, Leanne was telling HB that she is 'the Prize' and that her relationship needs are so extensive and so exquisite that one mere male (me) could not possibly satisfy them all. Therefore, HB should seek other men to 'attend ' to her as well .
So I return to my seat across the table from HB and say," HB, so Leanne suggest that you might need three other men to fulfil you and satisfy all your needs? "
HB," Yes. that is what she suggested that I look at."
Jophil," So you will have vacancies for three other men."
HB, " Err, I guess. "
Jophil (stands up ), " You have that number all wrong - you have FOUR vacancies now."
The look on her face was priceless. Eyes as big as as dinner plates and a jaw drop that almost wrecked her dental work.
I walked to my car and drove away. The first thing I thought of was this forum.
MY phone is melting down with incoming from her.
I expect a visit from HB any time now.
I was thinking one for each ear or nostril.One for each hand.
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.