drewsg
Don Juan
what shades are those
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.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
snowdog said:I'm sure everyone will agree that a (good) suit looks good on any guy.
Versace.drewsg said:what shades are those
Nexus Polaris said:Honestly, I'd go back to the look you had a year ago. The suit was smooth. Pretty GQ. You look like kind of a douchebag in your pic from April. No offense.
What's most important, though, is to make sure your look matches your personality. Make sure it reflects who you really are as a person. Anything that isn't genuine, no matter how good it might look, will hinder your game because it will come across as incongruent.
How did you knew I was writing a novel?GreatHornedOwl said:How's that novel you've been working on, snowdog?
You ever tried growing a fro? I always thought that's f*cking cool. A friend of mine has a HUGE one and girls love it. He gets automatic attention and they all wanna touch it and stuff. If you have an extreme hair style like that, it shows that you're confident enough to not give a sh*t. You got the right hair and you're black, so you can pull it off. Afro's will never look as cool on a white guy as on a black guy. Same goes for bald heads.I'm talkin' about face wise. That suit thing was a one time thing for a school award ceremony.
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.
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.
Much better, you can tell effort went into the haircut. Similiar to my hairstyle, short sides and longer on top is a guarenteed win move.SeymourCake said:
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.
give her 2 me lolSeymourCake said:some phillipino chick that went to school with me.
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.