zerocelcius
Master Don Juan
oh and a shout out to the lunch lady!
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 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.
Originally posted by Black_Italian
She was like a rare fish. It doesnt matter how much of a DJ i am or how many girls i Fu*k i doubt i will EVER fully get over her.
Not that im hung up on her but yeh whenever i think about her it makes me angry.
Come to think of it i should call her its been like 6 months now. Use think that il seem a lil desperate if i call?
Ninja out
Che cazzo, finocchio? Calmati!Originally posted by Black_Italian
Your sister?
Immature idiot.
Ninja out
Hell Yea it would seem desprate. Don't call. R u still unemployed? If so then yeah it would seem very desperate. If she was as good as u said she was then she has probably moved on and found herself another guy, a guy that her father approved of and forgotten about u. If anything wait until u bump into her somewhere by "accident".Originally posted by Black_Italian
She was like a rare fish. It doesnt matter how much of a DJ i am or how many girls i Fu*k i doubt i will EVER fully get over her.
Not that im hung up on her but yeh whenever i think about her it makes me angry.
Come to think of it i should call her its been like 6 months now. Use think that il seem a lil desperate if i call?
Ninja out
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.