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Master Don Juan
Well there are 20 seeders right now, but half just banned me LOL
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.
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.
I've always been a logical, no nonsense man...but I actually believe this is possible. The Dream Healer I mentioned, teaches his patients how to fix their problems when they re-occur. He even said, after a shoulder accident caused it to hurt every single day, he just heals himself every night, and claims it's good practice. He also cured a woman of breast cancer, very quickly...like, within a week it was totally clear.Holland said:I also start to have a growing belief that you can cure yourself from any sort of disease now (like cancer etc.)
lolAudiTy said:I've always been a logical, no nonsense man...but I actually believe this is possible. The Dream Healer I mentioned, teaches his patients how to fix their problems when they re-occur. He even said, after a shoulder accident caused it to hurt every single day, he just heals himself every night, and claims it's good practice. He also cured a woman of breast cancer, very quickly...like, within a week it was totally clear.
So maybe if I repeat to myself everyday...
I HAVE FAITH IN A BIGGER SCHLONG!!! I BELIEVE MY SCHLONG CAN GROW!!! BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL, GIVE ME SCHLONG!!!
then, well...ya'know...it could maybe happen possibly (btw guys, just for the record I'm more than pleased with what God blessed me with, but who wouldn't pass up the chance to add a few teeny weeny millimetres to it :nervous: )
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.
Not a bad idea, I got a board but there's no visions at the moment. I need to find stuff I want and get it cut out, or I might do the wallpaper thing and cut them out with Photoshop, or I may do both.SELF-MASTERY said:Have you guys created vision boards like that one guy in the movie did??? I've turned my pc's wallpaper into my vision board full of all the shyt that I would like to achieve within the next year. I use it as a reminder of my mediocrity...
Not yet. I did however create a background with a collage of pic of the next car I want to get. The vision board will be soon, I just need to go to office max or whatever and get the board, thenI can print out pics of goals and have a vision board.SELF-MASTERY said:Have you guys created vision boards like that one guy in the movie did??? I've turned my pc's wallpaper into my vision board full of all the shyt that I would like to achieve within the next year. I use it as a reminder of my mediocrity...
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.
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.
I posted a free link there buddy!Originally posted by Weak_Game
Bump... so we can kill that other thread of the retard promoting people to pay for this information wich should be free to EVERYONE.
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.