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 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.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Any reason for this? 14 years! dude... 14 YEARS!!!!!!! ok.... I'm interested to see your reply.. so please be so kind as to tell us WHYOriginally posted by drsquat
My last time if i remember right, was in November of 91. I dont think anyone can beat that. Why, I think I have regained my virginity. LOL It aint that bad to deal with.
hahahaha.... agreedOriginally posted by diablo
I never advocate the use of prostitutes, but in this case...
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Well... U need to ignore the fact that you thik that you are ugly and rather let the women decide for themselves what they think of you.. All you need to do is get some nice cloths, smeel good, and look presentable (Eg: nice haircut, shaven facial hair, clean skin, etc)Originally posted by drsquat
Well, it is not by choice. At least i dont see it that way. Of course i have to blame it somthing, so i just tell myself its because i am sinfully ugly. Cant blame it on my winning personality however I am sure my lack of confidence secretly sneaks it way in there somewhere. I can make anybody laugh and I dont have to drop my pants to it. (true, quite small but it clears my zipper, see, no rust) Last date was over 5 years ago. Next night she changed her mind about me. That has happened to me too many times. Some have it or can get it and some of us just cant. Slowly i turn into a misoynist to the point that my next relationship with a girl just might be with a sierra 168bt.
All i say is true and sad but if it can make anyone laugh, I have done well. Enjoy lol
Yep...drsquat heed those words...Originally posted by diablo
I recommend you visit Amsterdam's Red Light District.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.