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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
I don't agree. The biggest sex organ is the brain and the human imagination. If you're not satisfying her, she's going to know it, and maybe start asking questions.
History has a way of repeating itself look at all the muslims and Indians taking over while the some of the acts where shamefull, that generation at least stood up agaisnt LBJ although they did it the wrong waythis generation is just online talking shyt while Muslims and Indians continue to take over america and no one is doing a damn thing but just whining online
Muslims and indians are spreading way too fast and on every country like ****roaches. It's becoming bad.
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.
You should read the book, Black Like Me from John Howard Griffin.
. You ever think the issues you have getting laid relate to your political beliefs? The left is a party for women and their simps, and projecting won't fix it either.
I don't even know what to say to such a dumb reaction, because it shows you simply lack the intelligence to think outside of what you've been spoon fed and how hateful and vile you.@Gamisch ironic you'd call me an incel - just saw your bs while coming back from a trip with one of my girls in Latin America. Buenos dias indeed
Says a guy who has severe TDS, invests in failing societies led by angry women while frequenting a forum where he spews contradictory messaging, constantly calls people incels/stupid when questioned + couches their entire personal value in how many women they've supposedly slept with and how big their d*ck supposedly is. And is a hard core racist to boot!
Still on TDS
after all the bs this man has done. Just amazing how stupid his fanbase is. Gotta be angering to get bamboozled like this. The fact that you still support this reality B star says enough about you 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.
Hit dog yapping. Literally sitting at the breakfast table with my girl laughing at you. She agrees you should reflect on what's been said to you.
Okay angry little incel.
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.
Christ, you're pathetic. Here's data repudiating your stupid racist rants and victim mentality.
I read that, when I was a wee lad. Might be considered blackface now.
Okay angry little incel
So much for having a brain. Your father really did a number on you. Word for word, sounds identical to a fat angry woman responding to a guy who disagrees with her politics. QED.
Okay angry little incel
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.
