Phantasmal
Senior Don Juan
Nine Inch Nails/Johnny Cash - Hurt
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.
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.
Actually, I've bolded the title for ya' C. Knight and it's done by rap-rock cover-artists supreme Limp Bizkit.my way or the highway(not sure who sings it~)maybe kid rock?
Geto boys-damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Me too ^The Verve -- "Bittersweet Symphony" My favorite song of all time.
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.
Originally posted by Silquee Smoove
Actually, I've bolded the title for ya' C. Knight and it's done by rap-rock cover-artists supreme Limp Bizkit.
I know somebody in Source magazine compared I.C.P. to two janitors who were "posing" as rappers.I hate Limp Bizkit. They suck. Limp Bizkit might possibly be the very worst band of all time... next to Insane Clown Posse, anyways.
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.