Vantagepoint34
Master Don Juan
:woo: Let's say you had a shot with your favorite celeb who would it be?
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.
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.
Really? You'd date a woman twice your age?San Jose California said:jennifer aniston
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.
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.
There is a dynamic in human psychology of adjusting preferences to acquisition ability, i.e. sour grapes. It's odd you'd pick the saber toothed Jennifer Aniston (old enough to be your mother) out of the pack of much more beautiful, youthfully relevant actresses like Keira Knightley or Evan Rachel Wood. Are you actually attracted to older women, or are older women the only women you can get? Just asking.San Jose California said:Who cares? I'm dating jennifer aniston.
Diane Lane? (who is gorgeous)backbreaker said:there is a woman that when I made my transformation so to speak and really started to grow up, the first time I saw her, I knew that was the model T so speak of the type of woman I want. The entire package (to me at least). Loves horse racing, very pretty, very classy, just as sweet as can be... i'm not going to say who it is, but she's in her early 40's (and still quite attractive)...
and if i were single, you could line up all of the 20 year olds in the world with her and i would chose her and have the biggest **** eating grin on my face on earth. none of those 20 year olds, brings the entire package that she would to the table. we aren't talking about sport ****ing.
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.
iwanttofight said:You just picked jennifer Anniston because your gay for Brad Pitt, and that's the closest you will get to him by sloppy seconds with Jennifer Anniston
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.