You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
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.
Most good full-face helmets have vents and such now. As long as you're moving, you're fine. If it's THAT bad, you can wear a 3/4 DOT-approved helmet with shades, but you'll look like a SpaceBall.AAAgent said:thanks for the advice and all the tips on where to stop problems. the Suzuki SV650S looks pretty nice but i really like the yamaha r6. I'm moving up to north jersey and in jersey they require helmets. does it sweat alot when you wear a helmet and is it really hot in the summertime? i tend to sweat alot and it wouldn't be the greatest wearing a jacket that traps the heat in my body and a helmet that traps the heat in my head. I'll get off the bike looking like i just got out of a swimming pool.
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.
That is insane!squirrels said:I've heard stories where people were just learning to ride in a parking-lot, screwed up, had the bike land on them, and ended up paralyzed for life.
Nope, little 250cc starter-bike in the case I'm thinking about. Bike flipped and a footpeg went through the rider's spine. Unfortunate.Maxtro said:That is insane!
I'm guessing the bike was way too powerful for them.
About a year ago I did the MSF thing it. It was pretty cool. First time I've ridden a bike. It's amazing how something so small can take off that fast.
If I wasn't living off of student loans I would have picked up a bike by now.
Rogue said:how's insurance?
Yeah, that's the thing about modern inline-4-cylinder racebikes. They're made for maximum horsepower...pretty much made for the racetrack. You need to be revving the p!ss out of them to make the power. But when you do...Cr1msonKing said:Only problem is the power in the higher RPM's, my bike just feels ****ing nice when I push it. Only problem is that I can't push it for too long or I'm doing 100+ quick, and I can't really push it in the twisties.
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.
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.