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.
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.
They got his DNA, but I bet it wasn't from that pizza crust. Or at least, not JUST from the pizza crust. Easy way out for the d*ckless spokespeople.taiyuu_otoko said:That's how they got his DNA and identified him.
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.
I mourn all deaths but definitely the housekeeper.Danger said:Just the housekeeper?
Mourn the housekeeper more than even the kid because the housekeeper wasn't white?FairShake said:I mourn all deaths but definitely the housekeeper.
coz fck you dad! America is still too whiteFairShake said:Shame about the housekeeper. RIP
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.
Well they obviously looked white enough for you to preen that the maids murder was like extra sad coz phuck you dad. And yes Greeks for all intents and purposes are basically white.FairShake said:Haha Greeks are white? Get the hell outta here!
First of all she has a name. Mrs. Veralicia Figueroa( . )( . ) said:Well they obviously looked white enough for you to preen that the maids murder was like extra sad coz phuck you dad.
How big of you. I'm sure they appreciate it.And yes Greeks for all intents and purposes are basically white.
Not opposed to the couple or the child resting in peace. In fact I specifically said I mourn all deaths, of both Mrs. Veralicia Figueroa AND the others.Danger said:Why definitely the housekeeper as opposed to the others fairshake?
Ummm she has a name you cis-privileged colonialist sh!tlord !!FairShake said:First of all she has a name. Mrs. Veralicia Figueroa
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.
Gaylan projecting again. Trolling and calling out a self hating race cucked SWPL for his relentless "Coz fvck u dad America is still too whiteJaylan said:
Now that is the very definition of "a tizzy."Danger said:Fairshake, may your daughter sister or mother be the next victim of the rampant ethnic on white crime. Maybe it will beat or rape the white guilt right out of you.
Now? He's been sneaking weak whyte dopamine receptor hits "I feel good by feeling bad about being white" ever since he got here.Danger said:You have now outed yourself for the anti-white you are.
That's a great and informative video. Jared Taylor and his site American Renaissance do a good job of explaining things. If we had many more people like Taylor who explain the white rights movement rationally it would pick up more influence.( . )( . ) said:
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.