TheRealSupreme said:Alley Giggy:
lol...
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
TheRealSupreme said:Alley Giggy:
lol...
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
NewAndImproved said:1-5%. I don't buy it. The one extreme, that all white women secretly want to get w/a black guy...I learned that wasn't true very early. But the reverse, that none (or very few) do...No way. "Hard to get with a 'classy' white woman?" Wow. You're lowering yourself when you say that and raising women who happen to be white on a pedestal.
I've hooked up mostly w/women outside of my race. It's not so many, b/c for most of my life I was painfully shy around women, but women have always been interested. I'm now starting to capitalize on that.
The only thing I will say that is different, is that it helps not to be "random." Because of racism, power dynamics etc, there are certain things that you might have to overcome. Not being "random," I feel, controls for this. What do I mean? I did an abroad program last summer...I was the only black guy in a sea of white women, half of them rich--and I mean Louis Vuitton going, making international iphone calls rich. Two of the cute girls, who I already ruled myself out with, called me up one night to "rescue" them. Friend zone material I felt. We walked around and they said a few questionable things and freaked out when these random black guys (like every guy in that country) started whistling at them. Soon after, these guys got arrested (go figure) and the girls were happy. When we got to the club, however, they were all over me. Now, if I had gone up to these girls as a random guy at a club, I'd have to overcome such negative experiences as what took place when I was walking with them. However, since they knew me and was part of their "world," all was well. Similar things have taken place at internships, camps, school and parties where we both know the host.
This is my experience at least.
Perhaps. That was a long time ago...memories fade.TheRealSupreme said:I recall you from a long time ago. You have been on this site for a long time dog. I think you stood up for a nig*ga when I used the handle Player Supreme back in the days.
Why such negativity? Maybe i grew up? Thats not an option though is it?You did have trouble with that bipolar thing as I recall. I don't know if you ever got any real help or started to self medicate as in weed or something.
Risk what? You would be SHOCKED how many girls will put a black d*ck in their mouth. I met my girlfriends grandma and she was as nice as could be. Girls friends dont really care either unless 1. theyre racist, and it stops right there. I know youve had experience, but so have i. Just because i havent f*cked 205 white girls doesnt mean i dont know what im talking about. The girls from the ages your talking about may be different. Hooking up with girls 18-24 is like shooting fish in a barrel when i go to the bars.As for white girls. It's not about them not wanting to date brutha's but about them willing to RISK it.
Im not a ball player, nor do i pretend that i am. I dress and speak like a white guy as you said some of us do previously. I speak english am in no way a protype of the black male. Girls who like black girls are intrigued by the way i do things as are the ones who havent been with a black guy. So there goes that conclusion. I act like a normal person and do things with my own swagger.You must still be on a college campus scene. It's a little better on college especially for a taller brother like you. You can play off being a ball player or something. Ho's love that kinda thing. I know a mack who used that one way into his 30's.
Yea, oaktown knows the difference, no need for such a condescending attitude. You can disregard everything i say and call me a young buck if you want but that doesnt mean i dont know a few things. I know there are different types of black dudes out there...you got the niggas who are all hard/pretend to be, the kind that you say girls want cause its different and that sh*t. Then you got the ones who deviate from the norm, such as myself. I speak english and do what the f*ck i want. I can get ******ish if it gets to that point, but it rarely does. I dont try to act like a cool tough guy all the time and i say what i mean. Its DIFFERENT for both types of guys when it comes to approaching white girls and all that jazz. Once i decided it would be funny to be a nigga and "holla" at girls, and to no ones suprise, i failed misarably. I may be successful and get approached because im black, but thats NOT the entire component of my attractiveness. I manage to stand out from them other niggas and intrigue the white female. Dont take this offensively, you know what you know, as do i.Also this noname dude doesn't want ghetto trash white girls that go after only black men. There is a difference Oaktown. He wants classy white women not the type that has slept with 4-10 different black men within one year.
Hello nonameok.nonameok said:Why have I come to this conclusion? I'm tired of lying to myself saying that I appeal to women. I don't and I recognize that now. I don't care how much I "find myself" or what hobbies I get, I just don't appeal to women and a woman will never be interested in being with me. I accept that. I'll be 25 years old this year and never held hands with a chick outside of church as a young teen. The only sex I had was sex I paid for. I've worked at numerous jobs and never had a chick interested in me. I've been to numerous places and never noticed signs a chick wants me to talk to her. All this says my romantic life is hopeless and I should leave the women to guys that are naturals or able to improve themselves enough to attract females. It will never happen to me.
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.