spesmilitis
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Thread title says it all
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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Probably keratosis pilaris. Lots of people have it.My Name is Nobody said:I dated this one girl with red pimple like things all over her legs and some on her upper arms. None on the genital area.
They weren't pimples but red spots the size of a pimple.
What the hell were they?
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.
I don't think that was it. They were not in bunches like that. They were dark red spots like a pimple but they looked flat and they were spaced out couple inches apart.. and I think they left some scars too. They looked like permanent chicken pox.simon said:Probably keratosis pilaris. Lots of people have it.
You don't, you run in the other direction, why take a chance? Seriously though, the only way is to take her to the doctor and have one of them tested.spesmilitis said:How do I tell the difference between someone with herpes and pimples?
MacAvoy said:You don't, you run in the other direction, why take a chance? Seriously though, the only way is to take her to the doctor and have one of them tested.
I had one pimple on my d1ck when I was 18, I was worried as fvck, went to the doctor, he didn't even look at it, he said it was probably a pimple. I think I only ever had sex with 1 girl at that point.
I've never had another on my penis since but I had bad acne back then. I do get the odd one in my pubic hair though.
Gangster Of Love said:People usually don't get pimples in their genital area. That is the difference.
Bible_Belt said:Herpes is not pimples; it is tiny blisters that hurt. Herpes blisters look like poison ivy, a clump of tiny, painful, itchy, fluid-filled blisters. The fluid is clear, not white like a pimple.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
perhaps eczema?My Name is Nobody said:I dated this one girl with red pimple like things all over her legs and some on her upper arms. None on the genital area.
They weren't pimples but red spots the size of a pimple.
What the hell were they?
LostAndConfused said:perhaps eczema?
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.