backbreaker
Master Don Juan
on a saturday night, and you had 20 dollars to buy something to eat... where do you go?
nothing beats drunken waffle house IMHO.
nothing beats drunken waffle house IMHO.
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.
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.
+1PRMoon said:Roberto's Taco Shop is my late night drunk stop. Carne asada steak fries soak up the booze like no other. It cures what ails ya.
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.
backbreaker said:on a saturday night, and you had 20 dollars to buy something to eat... where do you go?
nothing beats drunken waffle house IMHO.
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.
*high fives* Bit of mint sauce, can't go wrong.Ease said:Here in UK we have Kebab shops for this purpose.
Hahahaha, beautiful.backbreaker said:when i was.. 22 years old, one night i decided i ust wanted to go to the strip club, so i went to the strip club, spent some money, got **** faced drunk off white russians and jaggerbombs and i'm driving home and decide i am hungry. so then i see this taco bell, so i get a nacho bell grande and some other crap
anyway, i'm so drunk i started eating the nachos, and fell asleep with one in my mouth, hanging off the couch. how this was physically possible i have no idea but i pulled it off. the chip was logged in my throat and i developed acid reflux from that.
so, let the lesson be learned, do not go to sleep with chips in your mouth hanging up side down
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.
Nice.backbreaker said:got **** faced drunk off white russians and jaggerbombs and i'm driving home
Roadkill?spider_007 said:grab some discusting street meat.
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.