I've never complained to the mods about anyone. That's not my style.Plus any criticism about their incel behaviour will send them crying to mods to ban you, so ignoring them is pretty much the best you can do.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
I've never complained to the mods about anyone. That's not my style.Plus any criticism about their incel behaviour will send them crying to mods to ban you, so ignoring them is pretty much the best you can do.
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.
But every time you reply to him you continue this nonsense. Stop replying and see what happens.Just can't anymore...you do whatever you want because that's what you are going to do anyway.
Continuing this convo is pointless
Guess we will find outBut every time you reply to him you continue this nonsense. Stop replying and see what happens.
On the forum, I've mentioned a female coworker whose son is a career felon ladies man.You're a lost cause.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Nor with the vast majority of women who are decades your senior, GM. Make your peace with this, and start pursuing chicks your own age and younger. Heterosexual women crave leadership from their SOs, and men younger than themselves don't provide thatThe bad news: I don't have a chance with her.
Reading between the lines "You possess those negative traits and are also kinda creepy"I ran into my neighbor a short bit ago. She was talking about the 25 year old receptionist again.
I finally managed to tilt the discussion in the direction I wanted. I flat out told her the receptionist is about 20 years younger than I prefer.
So I finally had an in to ask the question I've been wanting to ask: Does my neighbor think the typical 45+ year old woman would find me too young? (Mainly a rhetorical question, meant to fish information out of my neighbor on whether I have a chance with her)
The good news: I got the closure of finding out whether I have a chance with my neighbor without having to officially make a move on her.
The bad news: I don't have a chance with her.
She said "I personally want a 45+ year old man. But some older women would go for a 33 year old man, as long as he lacks the negative traits often found in younger men."
She then mentioned some other qualities she looks for in a man. In addition to my age disqualifying me from getting my neighbor's beaver, I also fall short (no pun intended) of her height requirement.
They call it listcrawler for a reason. There's even a section for milfs.Reading between the lines "You possess those negative traits and are also kinda creepy"
Sheena called itReading between the lines...
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.