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'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.
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.
:yes:( . )( . ) said:Mehh, who gives a fvck if some random chick who doesnt look like a pitbull with tits could knock my teeth out. I'd be more impressed if she could sew, bake a cake , cherish and understand the concept of a family unit.
uh huh...id love for her to put me in her guard so i can ground and pound the hell out of her or have her submit to me. :yes:toddlips said:You guys know she is "CRUSH" from American Gladiators, right?
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Yeah shes really beautiful..maybe not a supermodel but in her interviews and stuff shes a really cool chick, and combined with her beauty on the outside, she could be a true 10. Beauty on the inside and outside is rare.Colossus said:I will admit, I am in love with Gina Carano. A true 10, in my opinion.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
I know..but a hardcore chick like that turns me on bad! Id propose to that kind of chick that has the whole package. Im not putting her on a pedestal either but its true. When she fights Cyborg ill be grinding my teeth and clinching my fists hoping she doesn't get her face damaged...shes too pretty.STR8UP said:She reminds me of my favorite g/f of all time. The hair, the smile, the cheerful disposition
She needs to be in a bikini holding a card, not in the ring getting that pretty face smashed up.
haahahahhahahahahMisterSinister said:She can CRUSH my balls anytime!!
same (the girl that had me searching for this sight)... personality wise... looks wise... but not the bad ass fighter type (which i'm glad for)... sexy as hell. oh god.STR8UP said:She reminds me of my favorite g/f of all time. The hair, the smile, the cheerful disposition![]()
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.