Lol don't care what that retard says. You have good looks, but you look a bit bland. Get some accessories to boost up your looks.Lostsoul85 said:Seriously?
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Lol don't care what that retard says. You have good looks, but you look a bit bland. Get some accessories to boost up your looks.Lostsoul85 said:Seriously?
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.
white guys have and easier time pulling black girls than black men do.. thats sad..lolSirFratserlot said:if he was white than he would have an easier time pulling girls
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.
Seriously.Lostsoul85 said:Seriously?
Ronaldo7 said:Not at all. I am very, very overprotective of my identity because of reasons i can't disclose. If you post a picture of yourself, it is up to you to ride along with the consequences that can follow.
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.
Did you get upset over my comments? You are the one that needs to grow up. Why are you whining over MY opinion?SpazzAttackk said:I actually wanna know why this scrub isnt banned yet lol. His insecurities shoot out of my monitor.
No, OP. You dont look like a cancer patient. Dont take anything he says seriously, I mean.. hes obsessed with another male soccer player.
Thats not even beta, thats like some delta **** and kind of homo. Its funny, they say you cant tell how a person is over the internet, but I can put money that this kid is 1. Not old enough to be here and if he is, he needs to grow up and 2. Hes bitter with his life and looks. Def not DJ material, AFCs are better than this dude lol.
Totally, you got me again. Damn.Ronaldo7 said:Did you get upset over my comments? You are the one that needs to grow up. Why are you whining over MY opinion?
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.