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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.