Ringleader41
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White guys have it way easier in the game
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'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.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
There were whiners in the old days too. But yeah, the site had more a "community" feel to it. Or maybe I'm just getting older and losing my patience with the crybabies.PDubb75 said:Iceberg, you had a post a little while back talking about how this site used to be a "brotherhood" with loads of good info, and much less complaining.
It's crap like this that makes me jealous I wasn't here at that point.
Good point. What was the other thread he started today? "I just realized that I'm ugly"ArcBound said:Incoming Troll detected.
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'd still be jerking your load into your favorite white sock, while crying that Justin Beiber can't be yours.SamTheHobit said:If i was black i would get a job eisier in south africa.
Says the 37 year old who acts like a Virgin. :yes:KarmaSutra said:You'd still be jerking your load into your favorite white sock, while crying that Justin Beiber can't be yours.
You'd still be a grammatical infant no matter what color you think you are.
Now, pull your pants up, turn your lid straight, walk with both of your arches flat on the ground then fvck yourself.
Kids. Gotta laugh at 'em.
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.
Should have been gamin' those chicks instead of washing dishes in the kitchen!Maxtro said:
SamTheHobit said:If i was black i would get a job eisier in south africa.
"Ebony (wanna-be) and Ivory, lived together in perfect harmony..."perseverance said:I'm a white guy and I've never had it easy in the dating game, so stop using race as an excuse for your failings with women.
Hey here's an idea. How about you read some articles and tips, FIRST. And THEN post threads whining and complaining?Ringleader41 said:Well how do yall game white girls than cause I'm lost. I'm stuck in the rich white suburbs.
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.