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.
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.
You must be a fool, this woman is a sl-ut, she has no value at all, any idiot could pick her up, I have seen xxx films of her getting fuc-ked in the vagina by some black dude and getting fuc-ked up the ars-e by another white guy at the same time, this is nothing to brag about at all, I can't understand why a guy would consider himself as being a DJ by his ability to pick up a wh-ore that fu-cks everything that has a penis in its pants. :crackup:Mandiblard said:
Contracts aside, she's had that many di-cks in her vagina, bum, and, mouth that I wouldn't want my own di-ck going anywhere near her, to me she is just a sl-ut, with whom I don't see as being of any real value at all, I wouldn't brag about picking her up, as I would rather use my DJ skills to allure the woman whom I do veiw as being of a high value.KillaCam said:She doesn't **** anything that has a penis in its pants. She ****s everyone put in front of her according to her contract
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.
Yeah man, every asian dude is a virgin, honest. They sprout their offspring by planting seeds in the ground, no lies!God_of_getting_layed said:
Great input man! I had a really good laugh, it just lightened up my mood.KillaCam said:Yeah man, every asian dude is a virgin, honest. They sprout their offspring by planting seeds in the ground, no lies!
And screw the fact that Tera Patrick is half Thai herself.
Some people are silly
:kick::cheer:You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
I thought most asian dudes just made them.KillaCam said:
She's a PORNSTAR. Why would she hang around a pig pvssy that looks like he makes his own clothes and cuts his own hair? She's got MANY MANY men pining after her.God_of_getting_layed said:
lol... hilarious.Deus ex Pianoforte said:
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.