Silverback82
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this might have been true in the 1800's
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
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.
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.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
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?
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.
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).
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.