Silverback82
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this might have been true in the 1800's
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
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.
Chick logic if I've ever seen it, this chick and or faggot must have forgotten he/she will be waking up to the same snatch EVERY day, and funny enough as you grow older so does she science wizard...woops.You will have to settle for older and uglier 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.
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.
Consent said:whatever, so I guess people are not allowed to disagree on this forum.
You mean like STR8UP here? Heheh,..ask yourself this question: How often do you see a 30+ guy going out with a hot 20 year old hb9?
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.
Rovalier said:WRONG, quite the opposite in the west. Especially with the anti-man bias in western courts (hello divorce laws?) you have to be careful. This is the bull**** girls feed guys to guilt them into marrying sooner.
A man's stock value goes up with age and does not depreciate as quickly as women (no offence). A guy can get married and settle down at any time. I personally think 35ish is probably a better number - assuming you find someone worth your time. I know guys who refuse to get married and cohabit instead.
Seriously, if you think getting married is the only means to happiness, you are in deep ****ing trouble.
(edit: I had a brain fart excuse the terrible grammar)
Rovalier said:A man's stock value goes up with age and does not depreciate as quickly as women (no offence).
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.