jiza101
Master Don Juan
diablo did a thread on this before, i posted my room there :cheer:
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.
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.
You're a genius.Originally posted by 007~JC
Diablo has a thread about this.
He will probably merge this in his.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
A picture is worth a thousand words... and it's not like it's hard to take one...Originally posted by Phoenix_of_the_ashes
I live in an apartment with 5 other people and share my room with my girlfriend. I have a laptop, a desk, bed with two matresses, cd player with amplifier and speakers, weights, my martial arts stuff and a whole bunch of books.
Im happy
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.
it was hot.Originally posted by jiza101
What did you all think of my joint![]()
hey, I have that same exact glass desk.
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.
what'd you do, throw a smoke grenade?Originally posted by ak5
i feel almost bad for posting this, pics were taken by a v400 phone. This is my room so far, moving out in 2 months
from the doorway:
http://img293.imageshack.us/my.php?image=doorway4ph.jpg
closet:
http://img293.imageshack.us/my.php?image=closet3vs.jpg
the right side of my room
http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/3972/rightside5rw.jpg
front end/study/computer desk
http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/6620/front0dp.jpg
ROFL :crackup:Originally posted by tactic
what'd you do, throw a smoke grenade?
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.