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?
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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?
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.
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.
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.