ImTheDoubleGreatest!
Master Don Juan
5string, you are taking way too long to post this.
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.
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.
80 says he didn't.PairPlusRoyalFlush said:20 bucks he got back with his ex
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Mauser96 said:Hey man, I was wondering where you disappeared to.
Guys - pay attention to this thread. It is going to be sound.
Lol.PairPlusRoyalFlush said:20 bucks he got back with his ex
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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
We've all been fooled ! He's a BPD!!:-) said:I've had plenty experience with bpd's. One trait they have in common is claiming stories that never transpire. The old 'carrot on a stick to keep you interested' trick. Typical AW behaviour.
We're two pages in and still no story.
Zzzzzz
Edit: 3 pages in
It did. I have been pretty good and hit the two year mark recently. March 2013 was D-Day for me. I have a whole thread devoted to the crap I went through. HORRIBLE. These women are f+cking devils and should be wiped off the planet for the amount of pain they inflict on good guys.captain55 said:Two years, took you that long eh? Im 6 months broken up with my BPD ex who I only dated for 6 months and I'd say Im still not 100% over it despite having two small relationships with women much hotter than her.
OMG...Bible_Belt said:I remembered you had a bpd wife.
Funny, I just dumped my bpd girl a few days ago. All I said was that I liked our relationship better when we were friends, and that I wanted to just be friends. She simmered for about an hour, then came the vitriol. I was WORST PERSON IN THE WORLD for the horrible, horrible thing I had done to her - telling her I wanted to be her friend. She blocked me on facebook, then would unblock me just to send more nasty messages. Just like the relationship itself, one more power struggle. She always had to be in control. I ended up blocking her.
The sex was good, but she was very selfish. We'd do it five or six times a night, but only when she wanted, and she hardly ever sucked my d!ck. She complained constantly about my house not being good enough for her. She threw a fit because I don't sleep in a perfectly dark room - because I don't like running into stuff in the middle of the night. She said my house was so dirty she couldn't be in it. I kept thinking, look b!tch, at some point during your history of fvcking half the guys in our town, I think you lost your right to pretend to be an innocent little princess.
She had three kids, all of which I liked, but I hated being around her and them together. She was always yelling at them, and then if I ever said anything while she was yelling, she would yell at me "shut up I'm parenting!!!" She thought having kids gave her the right to treat me like one of them.
This girl's death toll stands at two at the moment. A bf murdered one of her exes in a fight over her, and went to jail. That guy was the reason I started training martial arts. I always thought I would end up having to kill him, because I was with her. We ended up not being together when he got out; they got together, and he beat her up right away and went back to jail again. When he got out, she basically rejected him to be with me, and the guy suicides on pills. So maybe I did kill him.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.