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.
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.
Snowman23 said:http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/707/her.jpg
That's the girl I was in a relationship with for 3 months and ruined it by being controlling and jealous.
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.
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.
Yes that is why I am on a site that teaches you how to attract women.chad2k5 said:dude are you gay?
chad2k5 said:dude are you gay?
I think its a valid question for you and the OP. Since you're on here rating guys pics and chit.worship said:Yes that is why I am on a site that teaches you how to attract women.
I was joking about him being a 10, bit sluggish tonight are we?game.r said:I think its a valid question for you and the OP. Since you're on here rating guys pics and chit.
worship said:She's an 8.5.
You're a 10.
ya clearly joking... lol. Its ok man, no worries. Do you.worship said:I was joking about him being a 10, bit sluggish tonight are we?
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.
Really? Cos i'd do him.worship said:I was joking about him being a 10, bit sluggish tonight are we?
Yes, pity you're a retard to boot. If you think she's hot, she's hot, don't you have eyes of your own?Snowman23 said:Here's a pic of me. http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4682/56686784.jpg
I'm not worried about her.
I got the hair, the flair and the debonair