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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Slow down there, chief. So far, I don't see anyone overtly disagreeing with you. With respect to me, I'd just prefer to use the term "assalt" in the case of a marriage over "rape". This is because I assume that a marital partner, by definition, does not object to having sex with whom they're married to.joekerr31 said:come on guys, use common sense.
was mostly replying to chrizz.azanon said:Slow down there, chief. So far, I don't see anyone overtly disagreeing with you. With respect to me, I'd just prefer to use the term "assalt" in the case of a marriage over "rape". This is because I assume that a marital partner, by definition, does not object to having sex with whom they're married to.
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 thought he was just joking, with the cheerleader and all.joekerr31 said:was mostly replying to chrizz.
sorry should have been more specific.
I agree, no sex means no relationship/marriage. You are 'friends' with your wife, thus she is no longer your wife...she's a 'roommate'. So, you would not be cheating if you went elsewhere, it would be a non-verbal agreement.bigjohnson said:Refusing sex should be grounds for annulment. Little wh0re got in his wallet and stopped putting out.
I have to respectfully disagree. Sex should be an expected part of marriage. A man being sodomized is NOT an expected part of marriage, at least not in my area. Well, at least not until the divorce, which is essentially socially approved chainsaw sodomy.Mr.Positive said:That being said, rape is rape.
I'll disagree, assualt is unlawful touching/contact of another person. Battery is the unlawful attempt of contact...bigjohnson said:I have to respectfully disagree. Sex should be an expected part of marriage. A man being sodomized is NOT an expected part of marriage, at least not in my area. Well, at least not until the divorce, which is essentially socially approved chainsaw sodomy.
Was he wrong? Probably (I wasn't there) he was, but it's not rape. Assault would seem a more appropriate legal charge.
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.
Agree. I made my best attempt at verbalizing the difference above.bigjohnson said:Rape carries a stigma and social loading that I'm not sure is applicable in this case. To me they are both wrong but completely different.
Legally by probably all states, this is correct no matter how much I don't like it. I'm aware I'm disagreeing with how the law is written so i just wanted to say that.The Sperminator said:Rape is rape but I still think 50 years is a little excessive regardless if it's your wife or not.
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.
Definitely, at least considering you can kill a person and get significantly less time. Total bullsh1t.The Sperminator said:Rape is rape but I still think 50 years is a little excessive regardless if it's your wife or not.
Yeah, it's rape in the same way that a wife raiding her husbands wallet is theft. Try to get THAT one prosecuted.azanon said:Agree. I made my best attempt at verbalizing the difference above.
OK.bigjohnson said:Rape carries a stigma and social loading that I'm not sure is applicable in this case. To me they are both wrong but completely different.
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.