SmooveMooves
Master Don Juan
Well?
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.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
I don't know about that particular hybrid, but I have noticed that some of the most stunningly beautiful women are ethnic mixes. I think the variety of genes is healthy in itself, and in addition they tend to stand out and look exotic.Bible_Belt said:I would go with an Ethiopian/Indian hybrid..
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.
Now might be the time for some serious arbitrage opportunity.Fatal Jay said:I been to Brazil, and lets just say I did not want to come back. Every woman was in shape.
And they can smell Americans and takes little to no conversation to get them to do what you want them to do.
Bro I'm telling you go to Rio de Janeiro. I have never seen so many amazing looking women in my life. Slim sexy curvy bodies.taiyuu_otoko said:Now might be the time for some serious arbitrage opportunity.
The Brazilian economy is about to collapse, so lots of them birds will be MORE than willing to saddle up with an American.
Ethiopians themselves are a hybrid race and they produce some stunning women. An underrated country for women actually. They all kind of look the same but it's a very sexy same.zekko said:I don't know about that particular hybrid, but I have noticed that some of the most stunningly beautiful women are ethnic mixes. I think the variety of genes is healthy in itself, and in addition they tend to stand out and look exotic.
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.
I'm very partial to red hair, so although I wouldn't consider women from Ireland or Scotland to be especially good looking, they are going to have some that I like here and there.MidnightCity said:although mixed women seem exotic, theres something to be said about "pure bred" women of any race.
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.
samspade said:I forgot France. In Paris I saw some outstanding women. Most were well dressed and not trashy looking. The black women in Paris are top notch.
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.