Crissco
Master Don Juan
Me?San Jose California said:^You sound like a nerd who uses too much nerd slang. A troll is a big green monster, idiots.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
Me?San Jose California said:^You sound like a nerd who uses too much nerd slang. A troll is a big green monster, idiots.
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.Robyn923b said:Don't feed the troll! :trouble:
Haha. You crack me up man.maverick72 said:Maverick to DJ forumn do you read me?
****Latest update****8:04pm @ Wet Willies Nightclub
"BREAKER BREAKER" "Guys, I used some massive C&F on the AFC who was talking to my HB10. He walked away with his tail betwen his legs because he was omega and knew it! I am alpha and he sensed it. The chump finally walked....
Meanwhile, me and the HB10 macked for ten minutes. I used some SS on her, then I tryed some NLP, then lastly I tryed to "neg" her with 2 failed attempts to regain her high IL but it was dropping to a low IL --- it was fading fast until she finally flaked. I got out my cape and lightsaber and said to her "let the force be with you." She looked at me like I had 3 heads?! So I just NEXTED HER!
I moved on and started gaming on a few HB 8's in the back of the club and they had their serious ASD's up. So I NEXTED them too. But I didn't care because I was spinning plates and wasn't going to be AFC tonight.
I finally went back to the chump BAFC (who was standing at 1 o clock) who tryed to ****block me earlier. He was a weak omega and I outnumbered his C&F style in 5 minutes flat. He had no game. So I decided to game him since I couldn't pull in anything cuter than a HB 3.
Anyway, he was standing at the bar looking total "BAFC." Once again, I gave him some serious EC to let him know who the boss was ......I then went for the approach and used some C&F on him and he was turned on. I threw some "negs" at him by saying "hey man I like your hair, is it dyed?" Then I said "nice shirt where is the rest of it?" It knew it was on. He was a HS4.(hot stud -4)I then started giving him some kino around the groin area and he had some serious one-itis.. He started feeling more like a RAFC. Next thing I know we are macking on the dance floor. Cheek to scruffy cheek. I think tonight is going to be a ONS and not a LTR. "10-4 roger guys."
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
lol @ this.Drdeee said:No. You're a virgin that jerks off twice per day and spends all his time on computer.
That's not quite right. You have to master them, and psychology to become a true PUA.maenad said:If you read books on how to get girls WRITTEN by PUAs then you are a PUA.
You're a virgin specifically on saturday nights?Social_Leper said:Hey, that's my Saturday night you're knocking dude! Feelings might get hurt...
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.