She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
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.
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.
Youre not very bright are you? Please define what "dressing black" consists of...continue to make ignorant comments.BBX said:i know i know im sorry, my prefrence. if u want black girls dress black or hell u don't even need to do that.
Sooo...youre biologically predisposed to only like white girls? Some of you people need to pay attention in school or something.its just not physically in my blood to like any other girls
Even you're damage control mode isn't too flash.BBX said:i know i know im sorry, my prefrence. if u want black girls dress black or hell u don't even need to do that. also, not all black girls are "ghetto", some of them are just chilled out and down to earth so yea thats a better choice imo.
Actually oak, some people really DO have some biological preference in them. Go check out the South to see that.oakraiderz2 said:Sooo...youre biologically predisposed to only like white girls? Some of you people need to pay attention in school or something.
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.
oh really. if the tables were turned... i'd date/marry a rich 68 year old chick who does suicidal stunts too... they're chances of dying are doubled: old-age... or breaking some bones.wayword said:This topic is older than dirt. Girls like the "bad boys" in every race. Hardly confined to just the Black one.
You know "Evel" Knievel has slept with over 2000 women? He's 68 now and his latest gf is 29!
Why? Because he's an idiot who breaks his bones jumping over things on a motorcycle! Whom most women would also consider extremely misogynistic (but we'd consider highly REALISTIC) in his views. And women just can't resist that.
Wouldnt that be moreless a sociocultural influence rather than biological? Ive never heard that people are born attracted to one race, maybe im just ignorant. Something proving otherwise would suffice.Eternal said:Actually oak, some people really DO have some biological preference in them. Go check out the South to see that.
Eh, you are probably right. Anyway, onto the point.oakraiderz2 said:Wouldnt that be moreless a sociocultural influence rather than biological? Ive never heard that people are born attracted to one race, maybe im just ignorant. Something proving otherwise would suffice.
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.