SELF-MASTERY
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I had sex on monday at work, in a conference room:woo:
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.
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.
If it was all about the women, i would be the first to make an army and take over the helpless world.Originally posted by Sexual
A thought... Oxide...
I became that man***** because once I got to that peak of interest, I kept going because I ran out of better game and couldn't get the satisfaction of a 7.5-8 that would fuel my ego.
So.... here you are in a place where you can't refine your game since you only see these amazing 9's ever so often, and the chances of the old "let me get your number" and call her up for a date thing is so remote for a normal DJ, and since you barely ever come across many you can't develop game on them from always becoming intimidated.
Now here I am with a girlfriend, my game probably sucks from being out of use, and I find no interest in most women I see except ones that don't even give a guy a second look in their day to day travels probably to see their ugly ass boyfriend.
Is our only answer to strive for money and power to full that void in our life that aches for endless 9-10's? Another thought, are these guys like Leonardo Dicaprio truly happy with their goddesses or do they still want more?
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
i love to bump female hotties...bump bump bump!! "ahhhhhhh.....im done, ohh your not sorry about your luck."Originally posted by Woodhaven
bump
didn't even read most of the other replies... to many ****ty AFC's on this site these days, but I thought I'd update tooOriginally posted by Oxide
Just a follow up:
What I have wrote about here still stands quite true in my own life. I am still picky as hell, however i believe i have majorly improved by actually going out there and daring to go after the super hot girls.
However, im telling you guys, those hot girls have been rough. We are talking girls who get "OMG YOUR sO HOT!!1" every ****ing day. Even though i havent laid one yet i have been close and more importanly i keep trying, just a matter of time now.
On the other note, i have become much more realistic about hooking up with regular girls. Although i refrain from throwing myself at them, when opportunity comes, and **most importanly** i feel like it, i will hook up with a girl. However, i do not usually turn them into fvckbuddies, i hit it once or twice and that releases sexual tension and holds me over for a month or two while im looking for better things.
Just a closer look at my life and progress. Again, to re-phraze - "Keep going for the best ones but if things arent going too good don't be afraid to come down a notch and hook up with regular chicks, just whatever you do, DO NOT GET STUCK AT THIS LEVEL. Always bounce back".
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.
It's the great tribulation of life. Seeking. Never settling. Always going somewhere "other than here." Never happy with oneself. And yet, if you're not happy with where you are now, how will ever be happy with where you end up or with who you become?
This is as clear as it gets. The lucky ones are the ones who have sex without any aftermath. After i've finished having sex with the 5th girl in my life i said to myself - "I've been very lucky so far. I think i should stop for awhile"It's over thinking a sitution, but I enjoy it. And quite honestly, REALITY sets you straight. Sex IS sexy, but it's also risky far BEYOND the scope of disease. It has the added benefit of emotional baggage as well as a possible child. And what then? You have 9 months to get your shyt together. Lots of guys talk of NOT wanting gf's, yet they hope and pray the Trojan company didn't send them the 1% of the lot of condoms that MIGHT fail.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.