ImTheDoubleGreatest!
Master Don Juan
No this is not a troll.
Yes there is a right answer
and it isn't hard to guess either.
Yes there is a right answer
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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.
This. This is the right answer. I don't even need a reason to be awesome/great/amazing/whatever. I just am simply because I'm me. I'm awesome just cuz.noobolgy said:Because your you?
And this right here, this is the way everyone should feel. The mentality we all should have. Confidence, happiness, success, luck, etc. --- all of those string off of how you feel. If someone else just so happens to be the greatest right along side of you, then you make yourself the double greatest. And be happy for your friend who is also the greatest too or you will spend time trying to subconsciously bring him/her down, which restricts your awesomeness abilities and your greatness.( . )( . ) said:Is it because you're half as awesome as me?
And this is partially why I am the way I am. The way I look at it, it's like this:Mike32ct said:Because you're the prize, and you're assuming value
Sadly no, but I wish I was......Espi said:Is it because you are Muhammad Ali?
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
But then tell me, oh wise one, what must I do when I am always up? And am constantly on the rise as well. What then? Do I simply not advise others as to how to feel the same way I do?sylvester the cat said:This thread reminds me of a bi-polar flat mate I once had. When he was up the whole world had to know about it and when he was down the whole world was down with him.
It is not for nothing that wise people advocate the middle path.
A different flat-mate told me the secret to his 'success' (he was a part-time chef with a drinking problem). He said he thought of himself as Jose Mourinho did aka The Special One. I asked him what happened when he happened upon another person who also thought of himself as The Special One? He didn't give me an answer.ImTheDoubleGreatest! said:But then tell me, oh wise one, what must I do when I am always up? And am constantly on the rise as well. What then? Do I simply not advise others as to how to feel the same way I do?
I feel that it is my duty that I should. Not tell everyone about how I feel, but tell them why I feel the way I do, so that they too can become like me.
Delusions of grandeur. :crazy:sylvester the cat said:A different flat-mate told me the secret to his 'success' (he was a part-time chef with a drinking problem). He said he thought of himself as Jose Mourinho did aka The Special One. I asked him what happened when he happened upon another person who also thought of himself as The Special One? He didn't give me an answer.
That flat was not big enough for two Special Ones. He moved out first.
Not exactly setting the bar too high, are you?ImTheDoubleGreatest! said:This. This is the right answer. I don't even need a reason to be awesome/great/amazing/whatever. I just am simply because I'm me. I'm awesome just cuz.
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.
That may be true but who cares what they think anyway. Like my brother always says "They're just jealous" :rock:zinc4 said:i always view myself as the best, although others don't always agree....
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.