Bonhomme
Master Don Juan
Not sure I'd do her even with her hair, though you really can't tell until you experience the sort of vibe you get from someone in person.
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
One of the media outlets (can't remember who) did a survey to women (can't remember their ages) asking which they would prefer most; beauty, money or fame. The majority chose fame!Wyldfire said:She keeps entering and then leaving rehab facilities. It's kinda too bad the press won't leave her alone...it's gotta be hard to sort out her issues when she's under a microscope. Sad, really...
I wouldn't want to be famous at all. I'm already attractive, so I'd take the cold, hard cash. I'd pay off all my bills, buy a house and a camp to go to with the kiddos, get all the kids their own cars and pay for their college, pay for more college for me, start Mutual funds for all of my kids and then start a free intensive rehab program for treating addiction for poor and homeless people. Yep, yep...I could do so much more with the moola.Francisco d'Anconia said:One of the media outlets (can't remember who) did a survey to women (can't remember their ages) asking which they would prefer most; beauty, money or fame. The majority chose fame!![]()
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.
So, you claim.Wyldfire said:I'm already attractive, .
Latinoman said:So, you claim.![]()
That's it. Britney also believes that Pope John Paul II was the devil. Nahhh, she actually thinks that Pope John Paul and Cardinal George Ringo were a couple of guys in a band that played Beatles covers.Wyldfire said:...
Maybe she wants to make a statement like Sinead O'Connor.
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.
I hope that he gets the damn kid!!! He should, but with how the court system is, I don't know if he will.Francisco d'Anconia said::crackup: You guys know that she signed herself into rehab after getting her buzz. Well, after a single day in (again), she's signed herself out again. K-Fed is trying to get an emergency court hearing to get the kids. Who would have thunk that he was the more stable of the two.
I know, that's the first thing I think of whenever he comes up. And that's the lesser of two evils?comic_relief said:...btw about K-Fed remember when he won the wrestling match against that one wrestler? *slaps head*
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.
Maybe it's just me, but I find that alot of people who work in the civil services, cops especially, get off on playing around with their authority.Bonhomme said:It's more like the courts are often unfair, period. I really think a lot of sicko judges get off on committing injustices. Their way of being God for a day.
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.