Francisco d'Anconia
Master Don Juan
Your eloquence never ceases to amaze...KarmaSutra said:The fvck? 'Cisco please. :moon:
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.
Your eloquence never ceases to amaze...KarmaSutra said:The fvck? 'Cisco please. :moon:
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
"Hollywood" in quotes. Doesn't matter where the shooting location is.Deus ex Pianoforte said:First of all, it's Austin, not Hollywood.Second, it's a reality show, dude...not a sitcom. There's a big difference between total fiction, and "Some portions of the show not affecting the outcome have been edited."
So were you on "The Real World" or a member of the production team?
Very true. Just look at how quick Angelina whipped Brad into shape and turned him into her own personal little bitсh.
There's a big difference between total fiction said:
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.
Deus ex Pianoforte said:Why so much emphasis on looks? Are you really suggesting that his only hope to lay beautiful women is to either fake being a mobster or "become a millionaire"? This dude made it to the final THREE. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I'm much better looking than Joe both face and body, but if I was on the show I would've probably been beaten out by Spoons.
Joe's probably having a 3-way right NOW with two blonde cheerleaders named Amber and Tiffany.
:rockon: :yes: :rock:belividere said:I'm just glad that the fat kid who kept opening with that lame ass fight line is gone.
And wrestling is still real to some people.Deus ex Pianoforte said:Laguna Beach and The Hills are in a completely different league than The Pickup Artist.
Deus ex Pianoforte said:Hollywood conspiracy theories. I'd rather judge for myself rather than read tabloids and listen to what 3rd party sources have to say about the sexual orientation of certain celebrities.QUOTE]
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Dude, the Matrix has you.
You're an advertisers dream.
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.
Please read your sig line 3 times right now.Deus ex Pianoforte said:Why so much emphasis on looks? Are you really suggesting that his only hope to lay beautiful women is to either fake being a mobster or "become a millionaire"? This dude made it to the final THREE. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I'm much better looking than Joe both face and body, but if I was on the show I would've probably been beaten out by Spoons.
Joe's probably having a 3-way right NOW with two blonde cheerleaders named Amber and Tiffany.
Again you make excuses to argue. You are the prime example of flame baiting on this site. Someone brings up the slightest consideration to looks in any thread and you respond. Anyways if you search back you'll see that I brought these pointless threads up to the mods a long time ago. You were part of the main reason.Deus ex Pianoforte said:I know if you noticed or not, but I was RESPONDING to a claim that looks matter when it's obvious they don't (judging by fat Joe's high ranking on the show). It happens to be a subject I feel very passionate about, and I really hate to see people try to instill a self-limiting perspective on life into newbies. Seduction is about breaking FREE of the chains and living your life to the fullest...not limiting yourself to which women you can get by the ratio of your upper lip to your nose to the size of your forehead.
Ignore me if the truth irritates you to that degree. Or get the mods to allow me thread-deletion privileges.I'll just make a bot to search any new thread for the phrase "looks matter" and auto-delete any such thread.
What action did fat joe get?Deus ex Pianoforte said:I know if you noticed or not, but I was RESPONDING to a claim that looks matter when it's obvious they don't (judging by fat Joe's high ranking on the show).
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.