Getting laid is like eating icecream. Do you have a "game" plan for eating icecream?If so, please explain this 'unique' game of yours.
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.
Getting laid is like eating icecream. Do you have a "game" plan for eating icecream?If so, please explain this 'unique' game of yours.
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.
If ice cream was hard to get, would you obsess over it as well?What the fvck is that supposed to mean? And how is that something pragmatic that can benefit anyone?
Hey guys here that are struggling! Eat ice-cream.
You are speaking nonsense.
Finally answer the question after 3 times, do you get laid consistently with the game that you preach - or not.
If not, why preach it? Makes no sense to me. I'm trying to make sense where there probably is none.
And answer the other question of whether you find women as friends to be a value, and whether this is part of your game.
ice cream is fvcking amazing brah, bad exampleIf ice cream was hard to get, would you obsess over it as well?
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.