She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
Originally posted by gruby
My experience is:
they like big ****s (so much they are willing to sleep with black dudes)
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.
No experience myself but after reading the online journal of that nutcase Winston Wu , At least I know more about what not to do in Russia and Latvia. Or anywhere else in general!Originally posted by ego
Anyone ever went to latvia or Russia? Anyone with experience from their girls?
Tell me about it - I’m going to Riga, the capital of Latvia, on vacation for 3 weeks…![]()
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.
Originally posted by Yotsuya-san
No experience myself but after reading the online journal of that nutcase Winston Wu , At least I know more about what not to do in Russia and Latvia. Or anywhere else in general!
That's not true. Eastern europeans have their fair share of ugly women.. And yet even those ugly women have better bodies and manner than those here, so in a sense, they're not so ugly!Originally posted by sexual_intellectual
My mate who's been to Czech Republic and is moving over to play in a band next year says ugly women just don't exist in Eastern Europe. I wonder what they do to them?
Originally posted by Centaurion
what did he do?
I am from Bratislava capital of Slovakia (Eastern Europe), neighbour of Czech and both Slovak and Czech nations have ugly girls, tooOriginally posted by sexual_intellectual
My mate who's been to Czech Republic and is moving over to play in a band next year says ugly women just don't exist in Eastern Europe. I wonder what they do to them?
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.
You got it, jake. The only thing revolutionary about this clown is that he's the first pseudo-intellectual who actually got out of his armchair and really showed the world what a jackass he is, as opposed to just showing off in front of other geeks who I'm sure can't stand his ass either. In that, I think his story serves as a cautionary tale to others.Originally posted by jakethasnake
Just check out his site dude. He has some type of personality disorder where he tries to escape reality by painting himself as some kind of great artist and philosopher. His "bio" - the one where he talks about himself in the third person like you're reading an autobiography of a monarch/actor/politician/president? That't just the sound of him fellating himself. And once he pulls his c0ck out of his own mouth after busting a nut, he'll tell you (with his own c-um staining his breath) that he is indeed the real deal, and that anyone pointing out his delusionare just 'haters'.
In truth, he's just an ugly and traumatized dork who had to pay for puzzy in Russia - now he's convinced that he's some kind of Cassanova, and a revolutionary philosopher.
One thing though - he's still better than most of the keyboard jockey-types here. At least he took SOME kind of action.