http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=D8VBB9D00&show_article=1
beware of those americanized hoes.
more reason to just Next them all.
beware of those americanized hoes.
more reason to just Next them all.
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.
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'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.
LOL even if you marry a virgin eventually she will cheat on you and wouldnt you have to be a virgin too to make it equally safe until infidelity time comes around?Luke Skywalker said:It's actually says 1/2 of black girls teens have stds of some form.
Obviously, this is the price or consequence of something. People should make an informed decision if they want to catch an std, seeing there is a 50/50 chance you'll catch one if you engage in sex. Just flip a coin, heads - you got it, tails, you got lucky this time but may catch it next time. Fun eh? Russian roulette.
Unless you marry a virgin who never cheats on you, there's always a risk of catching an STD, since the wife can catch an std from someone else if she cheats, or may catch an std from someone if she's not a virgin. So, I don't think this is limited to hoes since lots of people who may not be hoes have had some sort of pre-maritial sex.
Everybody on here knows I'm a virgin, I'm going to be the 32 year old virgin on here in a few days.DonGorgon said:LOL even if you marry a virgin eventually she will cheat on you and wouldnt you have to be a virgin too to make it equally safe until infidelity time comes around?
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.
Luke Skywalker said:I'm going to be the 32 year old virgin on here in a few days.
Like I said, maybe you got lucky, but there are lots of people who aren't as lucky, as the stats will show, or it would be like 1 in 100, rather than 1 in 4 or 1 in 2. Chances like that still sound like russian roulette.Bible_Belt said:What std do I have? I probably would test positive for hpv, just guessing even though I never had a wart, and a law student girlfriend I almost married gave me molluscum contagiousum last year. It's like a painless little zit on your d!ck - not the end of the world.
I'm not scared of dying as much as what the premise of dying is. If I die, for example, to save a kid from being run over by a bus and risk my life to do that it's one thing, but risking your life for selfish fleeting pleasure is another, because you are in the wrong side of the fence.Bible_belt said:Why are you scared of dying, Luke? imho, Christians should not fear death, if you are confident about what comes afterward. This is why I wanted you to get a motorcycle. Some risk taking behavior would be good for you.
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.
I am not avoiding serious relationships because of that, in fact, nobody that I know (and like and is up to standard) wants to have a relationship with me so that has nothing to do with that discussion.The Inside Man said:Luke we just want to see you enjoy the awesomeness of sex. Real sex, not a casual, drunk, or only physical "selfish fleeting pleasure". With a woman that you care about and have feelings for. It makes it 100 times better... Good for you that you're avoiding a lifetime of casual sex. But why are you avoiding serious relationships, or sex between two people who really like each other? Don't convince yourself its not worth it.
TheInsideMan said:You can't catch STDs through anything less than direct mucousal membrane or genital contact anyway, as told to me by my primary physician, so your last point is irrelevant. Don't let the shock tactics, guilt, or fear of your upbringing or the extremists of Christianity keep you from one of the best experiences, if not the best, life has to offer. And I say that as a Christian.
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.