CribMaster345
Don Juan
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i have straight hair & i was just wondering what the best way to do my hair is like what's the most attractive or whatever
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.
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.
I've been experimenting with this. I haven't had it cut in about 2 1/2 months now, (normall I get it cut every 4-5 weeks). It's in beatle's style mode now, and I honestly have no idea what to expect. Should I go see a stylist or something to trim it down and get it set to grow longer?Originally posted by CableLight
Let it grow long![]()
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.
thats the way I go.Originally posted by BustedKnucks
Short hair is the easiest to keep clean looking.
Spikes are also a pretty generic way of looking clean/good.
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.
Short works for almost everybody, but if you have good hair to do something more elaborate or unique, then go for it...Girls love guys who's hair is more impressive than theirs.Originally posted by BustedKnucks
Short hair is the easiest to keep clean looking.
Spikes are also a pretty generic way of looking clean/good.
Whoops. When I said that, I didn't mean like full blown style, it's just growing out in what seems to me to be in that direction. I wouldn't want to have that style, honestly, I was just using it as a basic description of whatever the hell I have going on now.Originally posted by BustedKnucks
Beatles style isn't a very good one.
Personally I think it looks doofy, and it sure as hell isn't original. With more generic haircuts, while true they aren't novel, you still give off an in control appearance, especially if you style it nice with gel.
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.