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.
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.
gender change procedure, or whatever it is called. will you dig it?Rebound Material said:ask her if she has a d!ck.
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.
My hands could pass for girl hands :cheer:Alphamale1821 said:Look for an adams apple. Also look at their hands and their feet. Women hands and feet are generally genetically skinner and/or smaller then mens feet. That's how i can usually spot one out if i'm not looking for the adams apple.
ElStud said:Well hah, if you're asking how to tell how she didn't have a sex change or something, she'll have a vagina.
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.
No, that'd be a Cryin' Game...whoops. Sorry. I meant Crying shame. Shame. Yeah. Did I say game? Silly me.amoka said:Alright folks, you are suggested using web camera, talking to her on the phone, an and meeting her. What happens if you she 'appears' female, 'sounds' female, and 'looks' female, yet she was "born" a MAN? that will be funny, huh?
Juan_Man said:I know this is quite an unusual topic that hasn't been addressed but I'm curious if anyone has any tips in this area, especially in the world of online dating.
hahahahhaha I dont know whats funnier, the person asking the question, or the person answering it in a form of science....happyguy said:Check for a pronounced adam's apple, stubble marks/rough skin along the jaws, check for pronounced protrusion in the crotch area when naked.
Victory Unlimited said:When she comes over for the date, ask HER to drive somewhere where she has NEVER been before...
...and if she DOESN'T ask for directions-------- "she's a MANNNNNN, baby! Yeahhhhh!"
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.