You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
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.
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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.
Yep same here, I really wish more people were like this.crossedup said:Really happy I got rid of facebook. Life is good.
Maybe one day these young women that I have been sadly acquainted with will one day learn that people aren't TV perfect. The x number of years I have felt inadequate as a man, and subsequently depressed that I have felt ill, is countless. I wouldn't know a positivity in life if it hit me.Mike32ct said:It's a very tough game for a lot of guys. That's why I mentioned in the 99% percent rejection thread how a 1 percent success rate or even less is common.
But despite being cynical, I'm still hopeful that I will eventually meet the right person. She might be one out of 400. That's ok.
Don't chase women or give a F what shallow shyte comes out if their mouths. The ones that truly matter and are truly worth it are rare.
If every female was exactly the same, as sure as I'm sitting here, I would be a 37 yo virgin.
I'm working during the day and having fun learning dance at night. If I meet that ultra rare special female that is attracted to me AND "gets me," great. If I don't, F it. I'll just live my life and score once in a while with Ms. Anamoly.
So take this stuff for what it is, but please don't worry about it too much.
LOLcrossedup said:Social media is just bullsh*t. Everyone on there pretends to be happy all the time to impress their friends and even strangers. They all want to be someone else and are clearly not comfortable being who they are. People would kill themselves if facebook was permanently deleted I swear it. Damn people don't know how to talk in real life and their 'friends' are fake idiot hoebags.
Really happy I got rid of facebook. Life is good. I have found life has improved drastically for me since I left celebrities behind. Yeah, I'm a little lost in those stupid new tv show and beyonce convos, but I don't give a sh*t. Let them talk about other people and surround yourself with cool real life people.
Never tried twitter, myspace, whatever other dumb sh*t they have out there. And wtf is instagram?
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.