http://www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/what-beaches-looked-like-100-years-ago
Definitely an eye opener compared what we all see today.
Definitely an eye opener compared what we all see today.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
"Look! In the year 2010, people in beaches wore CLOTHES!"EA Gold said:lol, you do know that your making fun of your great grandparents and their culture. The conservative clothing they wore reflected the attitude of the people of that day, respecting others, family and themselves.
Wheres the respect with kids these days, I wonder how would you feel if your great grand kids were making fun of you and your culture 100 years from now.
My great-grandparents were subject to signs in government and other public buildings that read "No Dogs or Indians Allowed". While their parents were shot down like animals with hotchkiss guns at Wounded Knee.EA Gold said:lol, you do know that your making fun of your great grandparents and their culture. The conservative clothing they wore reflected the attitude of the people of that day, respecting others, family and themselves.
Wheres the respect with kids these days, I wonder how would you feel if your great grand kids were making fun of you and your culture 100 years from now.
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.
Serialized3 said:My great-grandparents were subject to signs in government and other public buildings that read "No Dogs or Indians Allowed". While their parents were shot down like animals with hotchkiss guns at Wounded Knee.
I don't share your americana. I wish I could entertain the concept of the "good old days", aka "the days when we had the darkies in their place" (pressed firmly beneath boot heels).
I don't share "americana" and truly wish that people would open their eyes to the fact there were no "Good old days."Serialized3 said:My great-grandparents were subject to signs in government and other public buildings that read "No Dogs or Indians Allowed". While their parents were shot down like animals with hotchkiss guns at Wounded Knee.
I don't share your americana. I wish I could entertain the concept of the "good old days", aka "the days when we had the darkies in their place" (pressed firmly beneath boot heels).
No, those were the party sluts of the day. If you notice, some of them were flashing ankle! That was like cleavage back then.San Jose California said:when girls who hung out at the beach weren't party sluts
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.