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.
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.
Fvck that...sh!t is repulsive to look at with fat moving all over the place without clothes on...I choose my own self respect.They do. Sometimes they don't even get fvcked the best they'll get is to suck ****. They'll suck you deeper and harder than a skinny b2tch. Plus their pyzzies are tighter cause they don't get as much traffic. Another side benefit is they'll have better jobs and be more willing to help since they can't be spoil on their looks. They'll make better friends too even if your doing FWB.
Close your eyes if you can't look. Respect yourself for dealing with someone who can do something for you and not just another leech.Fvck that...sh!t is repulsive to look at with fat moving all over the place without clothes on...I choose my own self respect.
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.
Uhh...no.Close your eyes if you can't look. Respect yourself for dealing with someone who can do something for you and not just another leech.
No such thing as a cute chubby, lol...Rather have a cute chubby women than a skinny stick with a malnourished mans body
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.
I was with a curvy, double I tits girl though and she gave some of the best head ever. Coincidence??I don't think that women's ability to provide headaches has something to be with their weight...but maybe I'm wrong.
Ha!
Double I????I was with a curvy, double I tits girl though and she gave some of the best head ever. Coincidence??
Honestly, I think ANYTHING that goes into their mouth gives them pleasure...I heard this before, some fat girls enjoy fat sex and food, when they are giving oral sex it's a two for one for them, because they are eating and getting pleasure at the same time.
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.
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.