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.
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.
What in the heck were you doing watching a Freddie Prinze movie...ValleyDJing said:see sig.
Jaxon said:What in the heck were you doing watching a Freddie Prinze movie...
And to answer your question yes I have, but only because I'm a tits man and every now and then I need to wash my face with some DD's!
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.
ValleyDJing said:Freddie Prinze?![]()
But +1 on your rep for being a breast man!
Hey man, what can I say? Us breast men need to stick together. We're a dying breed. I'm actually really worried, that the busty girls will start to die off, because they'll stop caring about having large breasts and start caring more about having a large ass. Kinda like a evolution thing...I'm not quite sure how thats gonna work yet, but you get the idea. lol!Jaxon said::rockon:
ValleyDJing said:Hey man, what can I say? Us breast men need to stick together. We're a dying breed. I'm actually really worried, that the busty girls will start to die off, because they'll stop caring about having large breasts and start caring more about having a large ass. Kinda like a evolution thing...I'm not quite sure how thats gonna work yet, but you get the idea. lol!
Kev07 said:Bro, according to offtopic.com, titties are getting bigger with every generation :rockon:
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.
Oh damn, you suck. I just spewed coffee on my LCD. :crackup:ValleyDJing said:Fat girls are like mopeds and scooters. They're fun until your friend catches you on one.
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.
Impossible to find a link there, **** falls off the first page within minutes if it's not getting responses, and that thread I saw was a while back.ValleyDJing said:If thats true, you made my night man...despite the fact that Tom has decided to be a doushe bag and not let me log in to my myspace. Maintence is being performed...guess what doushbag? IT WAS WORKING JUST FINE DUMBASS!
btw...you should provide a link if possible.
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.