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That's probably why you're still a virgin.Leopold said:She's a 6.5 on my scale. Call me fag or whatever but I have very high standards even tho I'm still a fvcking virgin.
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.
That's probably why you're still a virgin.Leopold said:She's a 6.5 on my scale. Call me fag or whatever but I have very high standards even tho I'm still a fvcking virgin.
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.
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Lol call her what you want. You know every dude on this board would take that chick to pound town given the right circumstances.Leopold said:She's a 6.5 on my scale. Call me fag or whatever but I have very high standards even tho I'm still a fvcking virgin.
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.
Funny you say that, it's exactly what I was thinking, she's a 6.5.Leopold said:She's a 6.5 on my scale.
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.
Well you shouldn't be cause if you are you are playing it wrong.I'd be more concered about how she's going to look 10 years from now than how she looks there.
Yeah but that was a chic from pof. It's almost a given she's fatter than what the picture suggestI was always under the impression that cameras, mirrors and video recorders all added around 10lbs to the average person?
Even if she was 10lbs heavier in appearance than on the internet, that wouldn't put me off.
I'd be straight onto her like a fly to sh*t.
EXACTLY!!! I think you and I share same opinions!zekko said:Funny you say that, it's exactly what I was thinking, she's a 6.5.
For me, that's doable, because basically I consider 6's and ups doable.
She could be higher if she'd lose some weight. A 20 year old girl shouldn't be that heavy, her metabolism is at its peak.
I don't like the super skinny types either, usually. I'll accept a few more pounds in exchange for an ample bosom and a generous behind. Something to grab onto. A little pooch maybe, but no fat rolls or cottage cheese.
Maureen O'Hara is a good example (but I doubt anybody here remembers who that is lol).
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
They did have both... These girls weren't anorexic or skeletal at all. They were short and well-figured with gorgeous faces. Too bad their personalities were as appealing as dried up dog****.C-quenced said:I don't understand how some of you guys like these super skinny anorexic looking chicks. To each their own I guess. I won't bother with skinny girls unless they've got some seriously great @$$ or tits. Better if they come with both![]()
bla bla bla i know exactly what you mean brother. Let's cut through this here is the perfect bodyThey did have meat on them, like in the thighs and ass. I don't like pure skinny, flat-bodied chicks, or thick ones. Somewhere inbetween, I guess.
Perfect! But cut her height down... I went after short chicks. Like, 5'5. They were also blonde, white, and crazy. And young. Come to think of it, I dated girls - not women. Blegh.f283000 said:bla bla bla i know exactly what you mean brother. Let's cut through this here is the perfect body
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cz9wx_h58UU
btw she's going to be mine!![]()
She's wearing heels or did you miss that?Perfect! But cut her height down...
This is true. Due to facebook/online dating sites even fat chicks are being fed a full supply of ego boost by desperate men.at least skinny women are honest with themselves. they keep themselves hot and skinny because that's what they want. fat women want the same thing but instead of working for it, they try to trick or manipulate you into giving them an equal chance.
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.