You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
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.
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.
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
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.