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Don Juan
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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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
I have to spread the rep around before I get back to you Joe.Joe Stud said:Here's another (alternate) approach:
If he knows a HB10 female friend, ask her for a favor: Do exactly the same thing... bringing her home to sleep on the same couch. Make sure shes dressed sexy as all heck. In the morning, do the same thing... get all dolled up, lots of expensive cologne on, etc. drive her home.
If the wife says anything.. say "Why honey, dont you trust me? I did trust YOU when you did the same"!
if nothing else... it should be fun!
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.
Kailex said:while singing some female R&b song about being independent.
Bull****, bull****, bull****.UPDATE: Hey folks... sorry for the slow update. I tried to read a lot of the comments, but got the general consensus down to the fact that I am a giant ***** and if I were a real man I would have pulled out a steak knife, gutted that son of a ***** in the basement, then proceed to grind his bones into chili and feed it to my girlfriend for ****ing with me. Unfortunately for the redditors out there that did not happen. Instead, I talked to her and found out that the dude is having some serious issues with his family and the reason for the excessive drinking. She was concerned that he wouldn't be able to explain to the cab where he lived because he is new to the town and could barely talk he was so bombed, so she offered our place. This is fitting to her usual character as she is extremely opposed to drunk driving. I did let her know that it still wasn't really cool with me, and that she should have at least let me know that he was staying. Had a fantastic evening and day today... things are great. After reading my initial post I realize it sounds a lot worse than it was. There are several details that I didn't mention, such as my girlfriend doesn't drink excessively (she'll have 1 or 2 but that's it) and that night was the first time she had gone to the bar for over a year. Thanks to the Redditors who gave the valuable advice and support. For the other Redditors... sorry I'm such a gigantic fag ***** with no balls.
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.