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.
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.
Yeah I just don't approach girls. Every girl I have been with has approached and attacked me first, but that drought is getting annoying.zinc4 said:I went to Auburn University in Alabama (a big SEC school in the most racist state besides maybe Miss) and was in a frat there.....if you want to pull just go to any college campus nightclub and stand around on the edges of the dance floor and wait for the girls who like black guys to gradually come to you...
I am white, but I knew a few black guys around your looks level who pulled like crazy just by literally standing at the edge of this dance floor at this one bar acting aloof and smoking cigarettes......they had a bit a thug or bad boy look going on..nothing over he top, though.....i am not sure where you are...
But black guys do fine in the south from my experience..these guys were pulling 8 and 9s like it was nothing...every night out just by literally standing around looking aloof and letting them come to them...there are a whole set of white girls in the south that get off on the whole forbidden thing of getting with a black guy....you should be tearing it up...
Indian race troll? Besides it's not like there are not lots of black girls in the south.Dhoulmagus said:I'm in a fraternity, so I am around a lot of girls. However, the girls are either racist or they try and play hard to get. The only girl I was successful with was from California lol.
I'm too white for black girlsStagger Lee said:Indian race troll? Besides it's not like there are not lots of black girls in the south.
But still too black for white girlsDhoulmagus said:I'm too white for black girls
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.
War Eagle! I was at the Miss. State game last weekend.zinc4 said:I went to Auburn University in Alabama
Yeah, War Eagle! That was a good game...Mullen will be fired soon...where did you go after the game? I used to always frequent the bars around Toomer's Corner......you know Skybar?...it used to be the Blue Room back in the day...it was so freakin easy to pull there when it was the Blue Room...lot's of good memories there...Bible_Belt said:War Eagle! I was at the Miss. State game last weekend.
It may be tough for you because you are a fat guy that has never played any sports.zinc4 said:stop being a douche renaldo...wrestling is a very tough sport...there is nothing gay about it...by the way, if you are going to post in here, why not post a pic...
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.
Me too! But it's not the same down here. Up north they approach and are very aggressive and slutty. Down here they are FAR more reserved and not as assertive.Dhoulmagus said:Yeah I just don't approach girls. Every girl I have been with has approached and attacked me first, but that drought is getting annoying.
Awesome! :rockon:Caravaggio said:
Because unlike men, women are unrealistic. We guys realize that 8-9.x's are rare and can give due credit to males or females both for less than perfection. Females tend to think only 8+'s or guys that look more like you are attractive.European-DJ said:It's fun to see the huge variety of looks amoung the members, and putting a face on the usernames - I am surpriced to see some of you guys having problems with women, after seeing your pictures.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
Ronaldo7 said:It may be tough for you because you are a fat guy that has never played any sports.
Wrestling is still for faggots. These faggots need an excuse to grab other men and simply point to the sport. Homos.
Ouch...Fu*king killed him hahahahaha :rockon:zinc4 said:I'm 6'2 and weigh around 195 pounds right now...hardly fat...and have lost 20 pounds in the past 2 and a half months...
I wrestled in HS and played a variety of sports...including defensive end on our state championship football team and was a pitcher for our baseball team....and had hardly an ounce of fat...some of the guys i wrestled with were also major college football prospects and went on to play in the SEC have brief NFL careers...physically, they were freaks of nature....and they all agreed wrestling was much tougher thn football.....i would love to see you tell them it was gay....
We had other dumbasses like yourself say oh wrestling is just gay or for fags...then they come in to one practice when we said they couldn't handle it and were on the floor puking at the end of practice.
Our coach would turn the heat up as high as it would go and lock the doors and make you wear about 2-3 sweatshirts with a trash bag over your upper body under the sweats to make it as hot as possible and then would flat out kill us with conditionng and sparring drills...he would literally make you try to quit every practice to weed out the weaker ones...not to mention a lot of our practices would end up in full out fights toward the end as things would get heated often....it was hell at the time...but one thing that i greatly value as an experience.
Not to mention it helped me out in several real life fights when i just took the attacker to the ground and pummeled him instead of taking trading blows standing up.
You are easily the most foolish person on this board Renaldo.....you are 18 right? I would have run circles around you at that age. What sports do you even play besides checking yourself out in the local gym mirror and wondering why everyone thinks you are a douche?
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.