Da Realist
Master Don Juan
She's a little chubby, but not fat.
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.
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 think that's harsh but up to you. I won't call a fattie 'curvy' though, so if it bothers her then she has to fix the problem. Lack of respect? Not here, people have the right and privilege of doing as they wish and categorically saying this or that group is not due respect is generally foolish.immrtlwun said:.... my lack of respect for fat people.
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.
I'm not completely put off by body 'type' or whatever, the deal-breaker for the one on the left is that she's basically ugly. Her friend is fat too, but seems cute. I wouldn't waste (spend, whatever) much effort but if the friend fell into my lap I would provide ... services.Corona said:They're both fat, but i'd probably bang the sunglasses one
I don't mind thick girls either, but lefty is right about at the limit of what I find attractive. Doesn't help that she's kind of got a beat-up face, but maybe it's just a bad pic.bigjohnson said:I'm not completely put off by body 'type' or whatever, the deal-breaker for the one on the left is that she's basically ugly. Her friend is fat too, but seems cute. I wouldn't waste (spend, whatever) much effort but if the friend fell into my lap I would provide ... services.
Da Realist said:She's a little chubby, but not fat.
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.
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.
Haha Slickaz you make me chuckle, you're the guy who created 'J holiday her' in some other thread aren't you?unlike diddy..IM GUILTY!!