comic_relief
Master Don Juan
Why won't skip troll a site like that?!?
*shivers*
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*shivers*
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You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
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.
could you handle a hippo? I sure as hell couldn't! I do a neghit and she eats me :nervous:ExploringOne said::shudders: Hippos complaining that many men can't handle them... wtf has this world come to...
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.
never again.Vulpine said:Well, live and let live. Good for them for being "happy". I can't relate, however. I did the fat thing and was very unhappy.
damn, I guess we've taken the wrong approach to "Health and Fitness".Weightgain
Discussion on fattening, growing, feeding, eating, progress reports and sightings.
Ewwww!!! Fatty Fuzzy Navel Sex... Ewwwww!!!RedPill said:Well hey, there is one thing that fat women and only fat women are good for, and that's navel sex.![]()
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
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.
Sure I can. I'd neg hit her with something her size - here honey, just stand on these train tracks, and the beutician will make you beautiful.comic_relief said:could you handle a hippo? I sure as hell couldn't! I do a neghit and she eats me :nervous:
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Seriously WHAT THE FU<K?am 5"7 195ibs, 34 years old wondering when I should start to see fat to roll over my jeans? my goal 250ibs . am over what the fat diet cal. on this site says on intake . i trying to gain 10 ibs a mounth. just wondering ? thanks
Ok, i'm extremely angry now, i'm going to kick a sh!tstorm up about this.A bit to thin for my taste but you are still a sexy womwn
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.