MisterSinister
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LOL I have a hard time believing Str8up's 57 yr. old looks better than Cindy McCain. Cindy M looks better than pretty much any woman I have ever seen in her late 50s.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.
Your dillusional my friend. I've seen 60 year olds that have less wrinkles than Cindy McCainMisterSinister said:LOL I have a hard time believing Str8up's 57 yr. old looks better than Cindy McCain. Cindy M looks better than pretty much any woman I have ever seen in her late 50s.
Lets put it this way.MisterSinister said:LOL I have a hard time believing Str8up's 57 yr. old looks better than Cindy McCain. Cindy M looks better than pretty much any woman I have ever seen in her late 50s.
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.
Probably not -- but she's also older than my mother. I don't know what I'd make small talk about -- watching The **** Van Dyke Show and the fancy new FM radios they're putting in cars probably.MacAvoy said:I bet dollars to donuts though that you don't got what it takes to close this broad.
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.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!:crackup:#41 said:What you mean to say is "The parts I can see look 40" -- there is probably a world of hurt waiting underneath.
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.
When she is tearing and ripping at you, tell her that you usually do not do this, but "something" tells you that it will be ok because she is "different ".STR8UP said:I want to give it a try just for the novelty factor, and she IS attractive. If I'm married at that age I could only pray that my wife looks that good, but I'm developing a mental block.
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.