wait_out
Master Don Juan
1) Sitting watching youtube movies on couch with 20 year old who told me she didn't know who Nirvana was and didn't know the riff from Come As You Are.
*Ouch*
*Ouch*
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.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
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.
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.
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 just realized how f'ing old I really am - I do remember the name Nirvana. Some kind of wacky Buddhist concept right ? OR maybe it was the name of the first caffeine drink in a can, or.....just can't remember.wait_out said:It wasn't feeling old as so much that I loved the indie spirit of those times, despite the fact that Nirvana 'sold out' they had pretty spotless underground credentials and always pushed lesser known artists. So yeah that is a long way away these days.
I guess Lady Gaga is more the spirit of our times... I wonder what that means, culturally
Welcome to the pervert club, Zekko....zekko said:Here's my dilemna with age recently. I will meet other women my age, and I don't really think much about them. But then I meet their daughters and I am very physically attracted to them. That has to say something, I'm not sure what. By the way, these daughters are around 30, I'm not talking about underage girls like thedude4242 there.
I certainly wouldn't recommend having sex with a 14 or 16 year old. But to some extent the fact that they are taboo is simply a result of our culture. In other cultures it would be perfectly okay. So I'm not entirely sure how they decide which age is wrong and which isn't. Besides which, I'm sure not all 16 year olds are at the same maturity level.thedude4242 said:here is the thing. if I say a 14-16 old year is cute or hot I am a pervert. but all the time I hear women well over the age of 18 all the time talk about guys as young as 14, calling them cute and hot. as a white straight male I have no rights anymore.
I'm not fond of the term "feminine shaming", but if I can't appreciate the beauty of a 30 year old woman without being called a pervert, I think that's what's at work here. Too bad I can't appreciate their mothers the same way. I'd like to, it's just not there. Maybe when I'm 70.jophil28 said:Welcome to the pervert club, Zekko....
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.