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.
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.
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.
Believe me. I don't want to make them go oink oink. I want them to leave me alone.Jitterbug said:This is like your 1000th thread on fat chicks. You don't need our approval to make them go oink oink, just don't tell us about the ordeal.![]()
I think fat girls tend to hit on you more aggressively because they have to. The hot girls don't have to put that much effort into getting attention, because they get it naturally. The fat girls don't get the attention, so they have to take the game to you.If it's only fat girls that are hitting on you, then it's more than likely that you're aesthetically sub-par. However, if as many "in-shape" girls are hitting on you, then you're aesthetically pleasant.
I don't want to fvuck fat women at all. I want them to never touch me, hit on me, or flirt with me again. I HATE HATE HATE HATE fat girls.Espi said:Don't worry about others' opinions of you. Shouldn't matter in the least. If you want to fvuck fat women, then do it. Do what YOU want to do...don't live your life trying to please others.
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.
Then I guess you just answered your own question. If you don't like fat girls and they repulse you, then its obviously a bad thing.lazikia said:I don't want to fvuck fat women at all. I want them to never touch me, hit on me, or flirt with me again. I HATE HATE HATE HATE fat girls.
I do stay away, but they always hit on me regardless of how hard I try to ignore them or how much I express that I don't like them.Espi said:Stay away from the fat girls.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Yeah, I'm from Texas and will agree. It's not good to be a tall and skinny awkward Mexican guy when you're surrounded by lots and lots of fat Mexican girls. Every single fat Mexican girl that passes me checks me out or hits on me. And believe me, they all gross me out big time.Exhumed said:Texas is known for having a relatively overweight population,
lmaoJitterbug said:This is like your 1000th thread on fat chicks. You don't need our approval to make them go oink oink, just don't tell us about the ordeal.![]()
It's true there are a lot of hot girls in the US. And there's a lot of variety becaue of all the different races that have lived here and had offspring. Melting pot, you know. So you can get whatever you like here, redheads, blondes, brunettes, whites, asians, blacks, etc.BigJimbo: Bullsh*t, we've got plenty of cute girls in America. And they shave everywhere and put on lots of makeup and take care of their teeth.
I saw that post and I have to admit I wondered about it, the whole thing was kind of strange. First off, IIRC he doesn't specifically say fat girls stop hitting on him as he gets bigger - he just mentions he gets higher quality girls. Secondly, getting bigger doesn't necessarily equate to being "hotter". Third, if the fat girls DO fall off as he got bigger, that tends to feed into the stereotype of fat girls liking the skinnier guys. Fourth, this is one isolated case involving one person, the sample size is too small to make any clear conclusions.BTW as a mans value goes up he will reach a point where fat girls simply won't try anymore because they know they don't have a shot. Pook did a thread about this where he chronicles his mass increase.
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.