I'm not talking about being shy or introvert. I'm talking about being legitimately socially retarded. What if the part of your brain that involves great skills with women is entirely messed up? Could Rain Man become a ladies man?
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.
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.
Yeah, but should I worry about the girl taking advantage of me or making me a doormat?Jhcl4000 said:Be nice, as in no attempts to flirt, tease, C&F, or any other DJ techniques, just try to converse.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
I'm sort of mentally handicapped. I've been an extreme extrovert for the past 5 years but that hasn't caused me to stop being a social retard.Jhcl4000 said:Can I ask why you made this topic in the first place? Are you in some way ACTUALLY mentally handicapped, or are you just like a lot of the guys here and not great/comfortable with talking with random people?
Just because you're an extrovert doesn't mean you have great social skills.sageproduct said:How are you an extreme extrovert and socially retarded?
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.
Well, I have Asperger's Syndrome which is a bit like you describe. In short, it basically means that I don't naturally pick up on social stuff very easily. It's made the social aspect of my life difficult, but it's not impossible for me or anyone else with a similar issue to overcome. I probably won't ever become a pick-up artist that can over the period of a year lose track of how many chicks he bangs, but with work I can (and have) improved considerably. I guess it comes down to just how messed up the "social" part of the brain is. If it's completely fried and the person is irrecoverably Autistic or something, then there's probably not much hope. If the problem is less pronounced, than it can be overcome.Demystify said:Bump, anyone?
Think of Cosmo Kramer or Jeff Goldblum, they have no trouble going out and talking to people, but they're still incredibly off on a social levelMaxtro said:Socially retarded, what does that mean?
Is that when you don't know how to fit in and can't make friends? Women end up having zero interest in you.
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.