She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
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.
Ooh, a whopping 15%! Would this mean the other 85% were turned off?A recent survey by Parenting Magazine found that “choreplay,” i.e., husbands pitching in around the house, was what put 15 percent of moms in the mood.
Hahaa!!:crackup: :crackup: Priceless.Quiksilver said:Does flushing the toilet after you take a dump have the same affect?
Good lord...
:crackup: :crackup:rollo tomassi said:You know, I've been married for 11.5 years now and in that time, on occasion, I've performed many domestic duties for no other reason than it was a necessity. I have changed my daughter's diaper, I have cleaned toilets, I've done laundry, I've vacuumed, etc. However, in 11.5 years never have I had my wife be consumed with an uncontrollable lust to give me a spontaneous blow job or pin me down on the kitchen floor, tear my pants of and ride me to glory after my having put away the dishes. Neither have I ever heard the words, "damn, you looked so hot ironing my blouse yesterday, ƒuck me, ƒuck ME!!" proceed from her lips while in the throes of passion.
Oddly enough I find Martinis seem to prompt this behavior, but I'm having trouble finding articles on the Today website outlining this phenomenon.Colossus said:doing the dishes to help out or some other household chore that needs to be done is not going to melt women's panties and induce massive bl0wjobs.
Yea, any time I have been molested at one of my parties it wasn't when I was tidying up, I'll tell you that.Rollo Tomassi said:Oddly enough I find Martinis seem to prompt this behavior, but I'm having trouble finding articles on the Today website outlining this phenomenon.
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.
You had these two girls hanging all over you and you didn't bang them? What's the matter with you STR8, you don't have the balls to seal the deal.STR8UP said:but it was interesting to note that things really heated up when she was standing at the bar and saw two other girls hanging on me at the same time. I could feel her watching the whole thing play out, and eventually she cam over and made a comment about this being why I don't have a g/f. Don't know exactly what she meant, but I know she was getting amped up seeing other women around me.
If I want to come off as attractive I'll stick with displaying social value and lubricating things with a couple of stiff drinks, thank you.
LOLMacAvoy said:You had these two girls hanging all over you and you didn't bang them? What's the matter with you STR8, you don't have the balls to seal the deal.
BAHAHAAA
haha iqqi I beat you to it
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
MacAvoy said:STR8UP, now I see why everyone baits you, because you bite everytime. I was just doing it
1) to either prevent iqqi & co. from doing it
or
(2) to make further fun of her & your bashers if they do go on their usual rant.
There's no need to explain yourself, you know what works for you. Or maybe your just bored with work like me and need a release.
Ha I thought the same thing.ketostix said:I thought the title meant someone wash your smelly hoo-hoo for ya.
Off today actually.MacAvoy said:STR8UP, now I see why everyone baits you, because you bite everytime. I was just doing it
1) to either prevent iqqi & co. from doing it
or
(2) to make further fun of her & your bashers if they do go on their usual rant.
There's no need to explain yourself, you know what works for you. Or maybe your just bored with work like me and need a release.
Well, I wouldn't go that far, but the rest, yes. I chopped up some trees in the backyard once and after I got done, I was drinking some water and the gf just came outside and sucked me off, sweaty balls and everything.Señor Fingers said:It seems I am at my most irresistible in a utility belt and a wife beater.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
I do them. I live alone. Makes no sense for me to stack a pile of dishes...and wait for the dish washer. I wash my dishes as I use them. Trying to keep my place orderly.joekerr31 said:who the h*ll does the dishes now a days? doesn't everyone have a dish washer?
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.