SmooveMooves
Master Don Juan
Well?
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.
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.
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..
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.