SOLDIERM16
Don Juan
or all us dj's could go down there and handle some business
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.
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.
Dude, I got your back. I'm from Philippines too. Where you located?Originally posted by DJ Alejandro
guys. im crushed.
something happened to the girl i like and casually know through heavy contact.
she being very much a headturner with the body and brains to go for and a party girl, was invited by her close guy friend who's been her classmate for 2 years now to his house for a drinking session.
since she trusted the guy and them being close, she went along with him.
turns out his friends were also there and they drugged her to sleep and after that, they took turns molesting her.
and when everything was over and the girl came into her senses, all she could do was just cry.
this news reached me when one of those guys who allegedly *did not* mOlest her [which i doubt he didnt] came through and spilled the beans to his close girl friend who happens to be a girl buddy of mine.
im really crushed and i dont know what to do. i might just go and kill those bastards tomorrow. im really hurting over what happened.
help me.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Simply put: we don't have a choice but to believe her.Originally posted by Superman X
Every single post in this thread has assumed that she was actually raped. You guys know for youself how girls will say things for drama and attention. If she has no PROOF of what happened, how can you just take her word at face value?
Now don't get me wrong, it's POSSIBLE that it could have actually happened. However, it's also possible that she got drunk and did some things she later regretted, or is just exercising her fictional skills. But given no evidence either way, you can't just convict the people she accused pre-emptively.
Wake up guys. It's this unwillingness to disbelieve false rape charges which allows them to perpetuate.
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.
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.
It will stop them from doing it again.Killing those ****ers won't do any good.
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.