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.
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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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.
Now here's a really stupid comment. If you don't care then don't post in my thread. Especially if you're gonna be a pr1ck about itVice said:Dude, who f*cking cares? I don't even know who this chick was.
Lets just say I wasn't exactly in the best of moods last night. Combine that with my pet peeve of how much attention celebrities get (me projecting my own need for attention onto others) and you get a nasty, emotional outburst. I should have just left it alone. I am sorry.TIC said:Now here's a really stupid comment. If you don't care then don't post in my thread. Especially if you're gonna be a pr1ck about it
You don't care. Why are you here complaining then? There's thousands of other threads yet you choose this one to whine in
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.
Why? all the other artists died at 27 too. It's called the "27 Club"Black Dog said:.........and now this #&$^%.....if only she was 28 years old.
Why go through any of that trouble? They dont need to distract people who dont care what they are doing. You really think too highly of your oppressors. They are not as powerful as you like to believe.Drdeee said:Tell you what I think.
I think this is similar to Michael Jackson death. Jackson death was used - it failed though - to slip through health care agenda.
Winehouse death is being used to slip in the white Al Qaeda agenda.
Both stories are like those blankets they use to put over a corpse to hide it from the public if you know what I mean.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.