School
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Has anyone every dated a black girl? I see all these threads about White Women and their attitudes. Tell about your experiences with Black women....
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.
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.
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.
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.
You don't have to have anybody's approval, but your comtempt for your own race shines through in almost everything you say. Being black is OK; Being white is OK. You just don't seem to like the latter too much.Originally posted by School
Why do I wish I was black because I date black women??? Is there something wrong with that! No. I am happy in my skin!! I don't need your approval or anybody elses.
This is on the mark!Originally posted by TillTheEndOfTime
The only difference between the attitudes of different races is the way they are brought up. There is nothing in the genes that tells the baby what culture they are. Culture and hence behaviour, is completely learned.
For example:
Barring significant interference from outside sources (i.e, the media, friends, etc)
If you....
Raise a black woman in a white family, she will be "white".
Raise a chinese boy in a white family, he will be "white".
etc.....
Look at her family and see their values. Look at her friends and see their values. Similar people tend to gravitate towards each other. Her family and friends are a good indication of who she is.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
What the fvck is purple pvssy???Originally posted by mentalwealth
black chicks have purple pussies and size 13 shoe.
barney snatchOriginally posted by usedtolurk
What the fvck is purple pvssy???
KILL YOURSELFOriginally posted by mentalwealth
black chicks have purple pussies and size 13 shoe.
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.