SmooveMooves
Master Don Juan
Well?
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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 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.
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'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 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.
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 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.