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.
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.
and the problem with keeping the body and apartment clean is .....? Unless ur just trash, I dont see the gripe there, however, ..........................2c2bt said:There are straight meterosexuals, and there are gay meterosexuals.
I am straight, but I do keep my body and my apartment very clean. I don't really consider myself a meterosexual because when I hear the term, I think of guys with girly voices and gay demeanors.
Oh, so your talking about the RSD group huh? Lol, oh man, I'm gonna get flamed and I deserve it.Metrosexuals are guys who live in big urban cities talking on their cell phone all day,wearing pink shirts, flaunt their money, shop like a bunch of girlies, try to keep up with the trend in clothing, and have absolutely no idea of how to be a REAL MAN.
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.
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.
Dude, if you aren't a metro, then the word doesn't exist.MetalFortress said:I've been told I look metro (clean hairstyle, nice clothes) but I don't consider myself one. I mean, I can color coordinate almost perfectly, I can dress myself very well, I can dress girls very well (for some, almost better than they can dress themselves), I work out, I lay out when I get the chance, whatever. But I don't consider myself metro. My look is the "clean cut salesman" look.