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....
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.