spider_007
Master Don Juan
ahhh, the famous "just be your self"
too bad, lot of people DON'T UNDERSTAND what it really means.
too bad, lot of people DON'T UNDERSTAND what it really means.
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
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.
shezz i respect you and all, but this -no offence- sounds like theoretical/philosophical babble to me.Originally posted by The_Shezzler
What do you mean? WTF?
Explain
Sarge On...
With you the "minus" bit. All in all, in regard to dating women we have too MUCH stuff in our heads. Not too little.Your right - however, what im saying - is, go back to your roots - minus the AFCness - we are outside the matrix - others dont Know any better -but if they are willing to shed the AFCness then go back - they will be better for it obviously - just taking the same shell and mindset and throwing a few routines in will show very little improvement...funnily enough, its sites like this that take us further away from being men than we actually want to be.
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.
Why does it not surprise me that you don't like this post and consider it "babbling"?L777 said:shezz i respect you and all, but this -no offence- sounds like theoretical/philosophical babble to me.
I wasn't a 'natural' at all, so routines and stuff is how i got started, now its more of my own personality if ya know what I mean....but I think to call someone who does what he has to do to get laid a 'robot' is harsh in the extreme.
Believe it ot not, I actually ENJOY sex with different women, its not just a front or a shell...maybe ill settle down when i'm 30, or start paying attention to emotions and feelings and all that...but theres really nothing wrong with being (or trying to be) a PUA, no matter how you go about it.
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.