WesCottII
Master Don Juan
Getting all the rage in me, out always helps. Perhaps organising a cage fight, or working the punch bag, or just hammering the weights.
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
Shame on you!KarmaSutra said:How could I ever forget this?
Sorry Maynard![]()
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.
Sure. If enough people were interested I'd be happy to take the time to write it out step by step in detail. I kinda' doubt it, however.Señor Fingers said:I love Aboleo's idea of a DIY deprivation tank.
(You may want to start a new thread for that so you can help out people who want to do this)
I'm in love with Mary Jane. I havn't been smoking much lately, but I love getting stoned when I have the opportunity.Señor Fingers said:Smoke a fattie (very rare these days, but comes in handy)
I like sex. It's nice.Señor Fingers said:Have sex.
Driving helps me too.redspicyflag said:Recently-driving
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.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
I can't fault anyone for enjoying that.ValleyDJing said:Marijuana. Then...just about anything is a good time.
- Lift heavy weights.Señor Fingers said:When you can't take it anymore and life seems to be dragging you down, what do you do to get out of that funk?
For me nothing works better than
• Listening to and making music
• Dancing (even if its in my undies)
• Bike ride
• Mini-vacation / adventure with my lady
• Night out with the fellas
• Playing with my cat
Any of these things instantly dissolve my worries.
How do you guys deal with the daily grind?
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.