Technical1
Senior Don Juan
Look at whats happening to SoSuave... a guy gets shouted down and "set straight" by a bunch of frumpy hagtards.
fvcking disgusting.
fvcking disgusting.
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.
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.
QFG (gospel)Nighthawk said:If you can't handle it with charm and superior reason on the internet you'll probably not manage it in real life either.
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.
Technical1 said:frumpy hagtards.
You know I think you're right. I saw a lot of posts where guys were being downright mean and were calling women posters names. I can even name names. The lesson here is to be a MAN and not let the women of LS bother you or any other women for that matter. A real man doesn't care nor does he get caught up in arguments. Let's move on...reset said:I think Nighthawk has it down.
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'm the Chinese guy with the Spikes, and the other guy is your ex.iqqi said:
Not in this lifetime Sweetie, and maybe if you lay off the Sammwiches and get on the treadmill and the Slimfast, mens will start looking at your ass again, instead of passing you by for the little 23 year olds. Jes tryin' to help. Help me, help you!iqqi said:Hahahahhaa, I just ate a sandwich!!!!
Jack made it.![]()
Only way dem ugly broads would be eating me is in an inappropriate way, and that wouldnt happen, as I dont allow HB2s to touch me, much less eat me.ThunderMaverick said:*Walks into thread with a plate of refreshments. Beaming*
Hey guys! I got some sandwiches and juice for....
*sees women eating Jack*
*face still frozen in a smiling gesture, immediately turns around and walks out as fast as he came in*
comic_relief said:Myself and JackPrescott have much different personalities and ways of gaming women.
That is the reason that I have deleted my post.
comic_relief
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.
What posts were you reading, little boy? I EXPOSED those old, overweight maids for what they are, and they had a problem with it. They do get my admiration for their spunk, but that was as easy as their exes getting them on the first date.Technical1 said:Look at whats happening to SoSuave... a guy gets shouted down and "set straight" by a bunch of frumpy hagtards.
fvcking disgusting.
<claps>JackPrescott said:I'm the Chinese guy with the Spikes, and the other guy is your ex.
Become a self-assured, confident man, and you'll get all you ever needed or wanted. An as shole is no better than a chump.jamescr73 said:become an a55hole. its the easy way to doing well with women.
All women love jerks, heifer. Based on your previous choices in men, along with Sunny and the rest of the unloved, desperate, single not by choice women that try to act like their all that here on SS, you have made no progress.iqqi said:<claps>
Thanks Jack, ur my hero then!
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.