Egoist
Master Don Juan
EXTREEEEEEEEEEME!
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.
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.
the only thing that you should be ashamed of for being white is d*ck size.Originally posted by Ever onward
But did you notice how it portrayed white guys? All the white guys in the movie are either mean, crass or EXTREME.
Watching that movie made me ashamed to be a whitie
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.
No, you don't want that, trust me. That stuff turns your shyt to liquid, for lack of a better description.Originally posted by PRMoon
Mmmm white castle. I wish we had them out here![]()
Dude that is the one thing I don't have to worry about. Now if only I had some rhythm and could dance...the only thing that you should be ashamed of for being white is d*ck size.
Yeah I could go for some of that right now.Mmmm white castle. I wish we had them out here
No they don't. I may live on the west coast now, but I'm from the east I use to have whitecastle all the time and I never had any problems.Originally posted by Page
No, you don't want that, trust me. That stuff turns your shyt to liquid, for lack of a better description.
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.
Your sense of humor is damaged. Return it for a refund or replacement.Originally posted by Tweek_1984
Awful film. I nearly broke into a smile once and that was when the credits started to roll.
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.
H: The only girls who are interested in me are girls I have no interest in. Like Cindy Kim.
K: Speaking of Cindy, she called earlier. One of those Asian clubs she's in is throwing a party at her dorm tonight.
H: God, she invites me to everything.
K: So what? She's kind of ****in' cute. Let her touch your penis.