Shiftkey
Master Don Juan
I have to choose one? 
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.
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.
It's not a big deal where I live either. Maybe some parts of the US are better than others when it comes to racism.ScrewIt said:yes. go to the UK, asians/caucasians/black, they're walking around dating others of different races, etc.
no one really gives a damn or 2nd thought about race there.
Apparently the U.S. isnt ready to grow up just yet, it was built on racism.
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.
Ah sorry guys, this was an inside joke of that every girl that i have dated for over a month ends up being a jew.~ªêQµïTª$~ said:I'm just wondering.. Are you Jewish? And if so, why arent you interested in any other women other than Jewish? I mean... What happens if you meet a girl and she is perfect to you, but she isnt Jewish? Then what?
Laterz...
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.
hehe... its all good...comic_relief said:Ah sorry guys, this was an inside joke of that every girl that i have dated for over a month ends up being a jew.
basically, all my friends whenever they see a jewish female they will say "Comic's got his jewdar up"
basically it is a inside joke. I apologize but I might have mentioned it before.
comic_relief
I've noticed this too.4) Half Asian/Half _____ - For some reason, girls that are half-breeds (for lack of a better term) are some of the most attractive people to me. Chinese/White, Korean/White, Japanese/Hispanic, that sort of thing. They just usually end up with the best traits of both races. Ex: Kelly Hu, Jennifer Tilly, Brook Lee (Miss Universe '97)
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.
^oakraiderz2 said:The big titty, fat ass, sexy eyes, cute face race.
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.