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.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
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 are in denial and youll learn the hard way like many fools learn later on.Originally posted by rdxshooter
Big dont even entertain this fool
You and I know, that some white girls love us, some prefer us, some hate us, and to some, color doesn't matter at all.
I have banged them all, yes even the ones that hate us.
I will tell you one thing racism spewed out of the mouth of a young white teenage Suburban girl is usually the first sign of attraction (lol). according to the rules of a DJ all girls want the jerk. Well we are the biggest jerks of all.
I have had white faters who hated me for screwin their daughter on the couch and having him and his drunk white wife stumble in during the middle of it after a night out and have his wife say say" dam honey did you see the sise of his co-k, I guess it is true"
I dated this one girl, whose mother knew about us, and her father didn't and the mother kept askin her daughter is it true what they say about black men.
I have seen it all.
if they are young they like us, but when they get older they realise the truth of society and think of thier future, i agree with you can have sex nothing wrong with that but dont forget who you are. iv learned this many times even after i was in denial when i was in my teens dawg. anybody that dosnt show you to her parents you have no future with, so i say enjoy bro. thats all there is to it.Originally posted by bigshovel
Skeelo,
Is that directed at me or RDX?
I can see your point, but the problem doesn't lie entirely within us. If these girls see us only as sexual objects, and don't want to take us home to mommy and daddy, why just not bang the hell out of her and use her for what she is a black **** slt.
Yes I know the girls, and they do exist.
Not only that, some of them genuinly do like us, but their parents will never approve, so they try to maintain both relationships, ours and the one she has with her parents.