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.
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.
This is true. I do this for at least one hour every day. Deflating other peoples self esteem makes me feel better about myself.Originally posted by photo 1
loads of sad guys go through rating everyone a 1 or a 2.
seriously...an hour a day? :crackup:Originally posted by Bradshaw
This is true. I do this for at least one hour every day. Deflating other peoples self esteem makes me feel better about myself.
:cheer:
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 hope you don't want to take him for a test driveOriginally posted by Vandermast
Why do I get the idea, Shezzler, that you are trying to sell me a used car![]()
My Hot Or Not picOriginally posted by The_Shezzler
Its a different picture every time!!![]()
Sarge on...
Yeah I've noticed that too. Take an indian or hispanic girl and put them up against a girl of equal(ok, so this is hard to measure) beauty that looks american, and the white girl will always win.Originally posted by Duke
Some things I've noticed on hotornot.
If you're hispanic, asian, or middle-eastern, look out. No matter how good you look, you will get rated lower than the all-american. This doesn't mean you're less attractive, just that people are biased.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
We're not all idiots.Originally posted by ~ªêQµïTª$~
The hot or not rating is BULLSH!T.... some idiots just go onto it and rate you 1 to make themselves feel better.
I think that I am going to rate your picture now. This one’s for you.Originally posted by The_Shezzler
The guys who rate others below there expected levels are pathetic individuals![]()
Sarge on...