Dimebag_Darrell
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But being busy doing fun sh*t with friends has made not give a damn about girls....I don't really care about those *****s anymore...all I wanna do is chill, relax, and drink burr.
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.
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.
Haha, chubby bunnyOriginally posted by Need-2-B-Pimpin
I second that, chubby bunny. With guys, humor is more humorous.
I used to think that way simply by default, but I've actually gotten bored over the break. (Spring Break will be different, I'll be able to drive), but I'm actually looking forward to the challenge and the lack of stagnation and boredom that school and activity brings about in life.too bad I go back to school tomorrow....back to bullsh*t.
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.
My spanish teacher is a flaming homosexual (literally). The man gives great fashion tips, though.Originally posted by Need-2-B-Pimpin
ya got that right...damn Spanish teachers!![]()