SmooveMooves
Master Don Juan
Well?
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 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..
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.
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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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 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.
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.
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.