ChicksDigTheLongBall
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I'm in. Looking forward to starting.
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.
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.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
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.
_sideways_ said:Ummm...ok...ill start.
I spoke with 3 hbs today cuz they were skinny cute asians, not my general hb girls. One was on the train. Two were getting some food in line. All smiled and gave eye contact.
I was out in gym clothes... Nothibg major.
So i can still go out friday night and pull club chicks?
moarrplizz said:Yo0! I got started yesterday :woo: Was walking to get some pages of my textbook photocopied ( xeroxed). Noticed a HB7 getting the copies from the same book so I just went up to her and said something to the effect of " hi , what pages ? " and we got to talking and turns out she's a junior in my college. Met her a couple times later on campus. Nice girl.
Hmm a doubt at this point - I'm a med student and I see a lotta patients and their relatives on a daily basis. They are all strangers technically![]()
Do I count em?
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.
Honestly, I cannot recall the last time I talked to a stranger. Feels like forever but probably isn't.Gray The Prince said:Approach seven people regardless of gender and strike up a conversation or at the very least say hello/good morning/evening/afternoon/your shoes are untied/I don't give a damn what you say/whatever. However at least three of them must be HBs. This can be randoms, a girl in class, anywhere. You do not have to get a number this week. What I'm looking for here is small talk and eye contact.
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.