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.
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.
Obsidian said:He was talking about women's ability to manipulate, not their IQ...Get a grip, guys.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
If you do not possess the brainpower to comprehend a simple article, please leave the commenting on Pook for the boys with IQs in the triple digits.ValleyDJing said:No no no no! If the actual words, "Women are smarter than men" were typed in his blog in that order, which they were....he sucks. Period.
And Kev...it was posted in the forums somewhere a month ago or so. I couldn't find it if I wanted to. Sorry bro.
http://dapook.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.htmlWhispers swirl that I am a False Pook.
I get this email from Giovanni (who was, and might still be, a moderator on the Sosuave forum) that in order to extinguish the whispers I am to either post this blog in my profile or in my username on Sosuave. Keep in mind I haven't been to Sosuave in around two years. I suppose my profile linking to Mirror of the Soul and it linking here isn't enough to sway minds.
But I'm not going to do something so simple. First, I am too lazy to go to Sosuave ("But you are on the internet! Type in the URL!!!" Fool! I'm not going to go somewhere I don't want because others demand it.) Second, there is a bigger lesson to learn from all this.
Anyone can make a blog and proclaim themselves a Pook. But don't you think I've dealt with this before? I've encountered many forum posts (on other non-sosuave forums) where someone says, "Look what I wrote!" and, behold, there is the 'Be a Man' post! Don't you think the Pook on Sosuave knew about false Pooks and doesn't care about them?
"Why wouldn't Pook care about False Pooks? They are destroying the great name of Pook!"
The great name of Pook! The glory of Pook! The 'honor' of the Pook! Don't you see the irony of someone saying the 'great name' of Pook (which is the most absurd name ever)?
You will know the tree by its fruit. If this is a false Pook, then I will be uncovered by saying things that don't remotely sound Pookish. But if I am a true Pook, then wouldn't the words ring true now or eventually?
"You are not making this easy!" Of course not. That wouldn't be any fun.