Travel memoir21
Master Don Juan
There planning on bringing MySpace back...I never really had an account back then. Is MySpace worth the hype?
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.
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.
Did you have your account back in the day? I know I didn’t.Wasn't aware that it ever vanished completely
Yeah, I did. It may still even be activeDid you have your account back in the day? I know I didn’t.
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 think the idea was to limit it to .edu so that it could work out the kinks.MySpace made its way back when Facebook required a .edu email to join. Then Zuck realized he could open it up to everyone to farm their data and make himself a billionaire.
They also didnt control spamming. DJs, club promoters, and strippers would send everyone messages constantly.MySpace was basically Facebook before Facebook. The problem with MySpace is that there was too much leeway in allowing users to amp up their pages, and it looked like sheet.
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.
Presumably Colbie Cailat is still releasing tunes on this platform alsoMaybe that guy T o m will still be my friend lol.
Hmm, I never got any strippers messaging me. I would have asked if the gal does nightcaps.They also didnt control spamming. DJs, club promoters, and strippers would send everyone messages constantly.
So even back in the 2000s, your enthusiasm for approaching out in the wild was STILL more non-existent than Corey Feldman's "acting" career, post-Licencse To Drive?Hmm, I never got any strippers messaging me. I would have asked if the gal does nightcaps.![]()
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.
Commander Keen is the SH1T!!!!I don't remember much about 90s/00s slow dial-up internet. I remember you had AOL online, or you'd use a CD drive, which was the big thing back then to load up programs and connect to the internet. MySpace feels like a dinosaur. Don't feel much nostalgia to early internet days but they made life more interesting as a teenager/young adult. Even extremely low res graphics were a treat in those days.
I went to a high school in Atlanta that was about 60-70% Black, and I ended up in the romanticized “gangster” social circle. My MySpace consisted of pictures of Dwyane Wade and Lebron James, Black models in bikinis because I was in love with Black women, and New York rap. Hindsight is 20/20, but I can see how it was detrimental to my own identity and love prospects at the time lolThe "online now" that would flash next to someone's name was stalkerrific.
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Keep in mind this was in the day and age of desktop computers. So you knew someone was home, and not out with someone else.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.