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Don Juan
brutal! Fat girls can have hot friends. What do you consider fat?
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.
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.
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.
what if it is thursday night :nervous:justiceseeker said:Tell them sorry, but you only go "HOGGING" on Thursday nights.
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.
Depends on what you mean by fat. Some people here may think Scarlett Johansson is fat. Generally, most guys would take average looking + thin rather than cute + fat.Hot Ice Casanova said:LOL you guys are serious about this?
You want to get rid of fat girls that badly? It's simple -Find a wingman who likes them!
Not that I don't enjoy the occasional slim-n-stacked type, but honestly, I LIKE my women with some meat on them. I'd be delighted to take them off your hands, brothers.
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.
San Jose California said:You know your game is low when a fat girl smiles at you.
Or if any come talk to you at all for that matter.
Ditto. I'll do the same damn thing. I'm 21 and in the Florida/Orlando area.Hot Ice Casanova said:LOL you guys are serious about this?
You want to get rid of fat girls that badly? It's simple -Find a wingman who likes them!
BETTER YET - Email me and if you're in my area, I'll be your wingman. Fat girls - at least HOT fat girls - are my specialty![]()
Not that I don't enjoy the occasional slim-n-stacked type, but honestly, I LIKE my women with some meat on them. I'd be delighted to take them off your hands, brothers.
Yeah, I agree with that. Fat girls usually like the kind of skinny guys that can't get girls. Which means that if a fat girl likes you it's not a compliment at all.San Jose California said:It's different with fat girls. If an "ugly" dude smiles at a hot girl, it's not the same as a fat girl smiling at you.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.