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.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
I have a few gay friends, and am patient with them. But, yes, it's called a perversion for a reason. On the bright side, all the more options for us DJs.No one is born gay. It's a mental disorder. Something is wrong with there brains...
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Again, it's an open forum (absent pissing off the mods). So all kinds will be here. I couldn't care any less about sexual orientation.Yeah while this thread is kind of OT, it is still interesting to note how many people on this site openly bash gays and promote intolerance. The level of ignorance and fear mongering is honestly pathetic. Gotta love the ones claiming not to hate gays, but insist on taking theirs rights and promoting intolerance of them. Right. Replace "gays" with "blacks" in some of the posts and you'll see quite an eerie connection. Did we go back in time half a century?
The most surprising part is how very few have spoken up against the extreme bigots that have posted. Perhaps the silent majority disagree? Who knows. But it's definitely a sad state of affairs that has changed my overall perspective on the type of people here.
To the contrary, sometimes the ugly truth can heard by listening very closely.If you don't like them, ignore them. I do it all the time.
Don't forgot their faggot parades. There's children that see that sh!t. Unacceptable.I could care less what two men or women want to do to each other. It is their personal business. Live and let live as others have said...
However, I hate the gay culture... I dislike the flamboyancy of it, their pride events which are less about actual pride and more about some absurd fetishization and perversions. I dislike how they obnoxiously promote their sexuality. I dislike the degree of political correctness that they try to promote, which leads to a large-scale loss of free speech. I dislike that simple tolerance of homosexuality is not enough, instead you must give resounding approval and endorsement or elses one is a "redneck" or a "homophobe". Most of all, I dislike the victim mentality I see in 90%+ of homosexual people that I have met.
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.
What a joke. You can't even compare black people and gays in the context of this thread.Yeah while this thread is kind of OT, it is still interesting to note how many people on this site openly bash gays and promote intolerance. The level of ignorance and fear mongering is honestly pathetic. Gotta love the ones claiming not to hate gays, but insist on taking theirs rights and promoting intolerance of them. Right. Replace "gays" with "blacks" in some of the posts and you'll see quite an eerie connection. Did we go back in time half a century?
The most surprising part is how very few have spoken up against the extreme bigots that have posted. Perhaps the silent majority disagree? Who knows. But it's definitely a sad state of affairs that has changed my overall perspective on the type of people here.
I believe there are two types of gay people:Yes, do you understand the concept of nature?
You are part of the Canadian liberal party aren't you? Go tell JT and his army of retards that Canadian parents have had enough of this sh1t and we are pushing back starting with Manitoba and ending with YOU.Certainly an eye opener, to think that educating kids about "individuality and differences" is paramount to being evil and sinister.
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.
Of course because that is the only diversity that matters.But only diversity targeted at whites of course.
And if course whites being proud or looking out for the interests of their own ethnicity is wrong a bad. But when others to it, totally cool.Of course because that is the only diversity that matters.
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.