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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Originally posted by BigMike
If you're saying she looks just like the girl you got deported, then its probably her, lol.
Now she has a real SS# and is using her real name...Man she is stalking you:crackup:
Originally posted by HeartlessBtch
:crackup: :crackup: :crackup:
Payback is a bytch... here you have your dirty conscience playing tricks on you.
Oh... and if it's her, get ready for the bitter sweet revenge, spanish women don't fck with that sht
Do you by any chance have a drug or drinking problem? :crackup:Originally posted by Immaculate
Ok, here's the update
She came over last night. I was still suspicious. So I managed to get her clothes off and I checked around her thigh for a birthmark that my ex had. It wasn't there.
So that's one sign it isn't her. But I'm still not convinced. She has ALMOST the exact same body as my ex.. boob size and all. She has almost the exact same voice. I did look at the car she was driving and it was not the car of my ex which is good. I even stooped so low as to go into her purse when she was sleeping to see her ID, but she didn't have an ID in her purse!!! I'm still suspicious, because I broke up with my ex like 3 months ago. She kept calling me even after we broke up. But ever since I met this new girl she hasn't called me once. Even this new girls personality is like my ex. Damn, I feel like I'm still dating my EX!
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.
Originally posted by Lost In Translation
quote : Immaculate
But you know? My poor dad stormed into my house after the call and demanded I put all my drugs in front of him (I didn't have any at the time, honestly)
i don't know how to say this in a nice way.
i was thinking you must be on drugs.
how can you not recognise from her eyes the woman you used to f*ck ?
get off the drugs and i am sure things will become clear
good luck
Lost In Translation
**AUSTRALIAN STREET PIMP**
Lost that's the funniest thing I've read today.it is working because you are so UN CIA material you can't tell from looking into someones eyes if it is the same person
Originally posted by TACH
Lost that's the funniest thing I've read today.
Immaculate, seriously, you may want to re-evaluate what you're doing. I'd say get off the drugs, and def. lose the broad. Did this chick at least play it smart enough that she asked for directions to your house or did she just say 'let me come over' and poof she's at your door?:crackup:
Run, and do it quickly.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
Originally posted by ~ªêQµïTª$~
1) I call bull**** on this whole thread.
2) Immaculate is a bored drug addict.
3) Immaculate is a troll
4) If anyone here believes this bullsh!t, then I feel sorry for you.
5) wtf?!
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
it's herOriginally posted by Immaculate
no man.. this girl is like her twin sister ,, i'm not kidding...
I'm actually suspicious it IS my Ex fooling me somehow because I broke up with her.
/Originally posted by darth yoda
You remind me of a girl, that I once knew.
See her face whenever I, I look at you.
You won't believe all of the things she put me through.
This is why I just can't get with you.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.