612_Da_Playa
Don Juan
not only just women but does anything tangible bring happiness? I never hear anyone say that women bring lasting happiness. Like drugs, alcohol, money--a temporary happiness ya know?
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
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.
There is no such thing as happiness from without. It's not like a woman comes along and places happiness in your hand and you look at it and go "what do you know? Now I've got some happiness!"KontrollerX said:...if you have happiness from within, a love for yourself and a love for things that are certain and unchanging then you will always be truly happy no matter what happens to you in life.
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.
This is one of the few thought provoking responses I've read on this site in a long time.reset said:There is no such thing as happiness from without. It's not like a woman comes along and places happiness in your hand and you look at it and go "what do you know? Now I've got some happiness!"
When you feel good around a woman you are allowing yourself to perceive it in such a way that happiness is the end result. But she didn't create it. You created it by deciding that happiness was something you would feel in reference to her. Your thoughts create that feeling.
And that's the entire key. Your thoughts create the feeling of happiness, it's just that we wait for external events to unfold in such a way that we allow ourselves to generate that emotion. We generate it. We go round and round in circles looking for something outside, but the real answer is all over this board if you look for it. It comes from within.
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.
As pook has said, "Happiness is a choice." You chose to let yourself become happy.reset said:And that's the entire key. Your thoughts create the feeling of happiness, it's just that we wait for external events to unfold in such a way that we allow ourselves to generate that emotion. We generate it. We go round and round in circles looking for something outside, but the real answer is all over this board if you look for it. It comes from within.
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.
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.