I'm hotter...even at more than twice your age. heheheOriginally posted by Don_Joffe
Im hot, deal with it.
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.
I'm hotter...even at more than twice your age. heheheOriginally posted by Don_Joffe
Im hot, deal with it.
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.
Not true...I looked WAY better at 30 then I did when I was 18. I look better at 39 than I did at 18, too.Originally posted by Jay-X
well, actually you'll look better... until you hit your 30s... then ur done![]()
aaahhhh shut upOriginally posted by Wyldfire
Not true...I looked WAY better at 30 then I did when I was 18. I look better at 39 than I did at 18, too.
Brad Pitt has never done anything for me. I actually think you're better looking than he is. But you still aren't as good looking as me...hahahahaOriginally posted by alphawolfx
Yep. I'm Brad Pitt. Jennifer Aniston dumped me, so I came here to learn how to pick up women. Everything I've said has been a lie. PLEASE HELP!!!
Damn Don Joffe, you are touchy. You need a sense of humor.
Anyways, here's what I really look like:
With the ex, 2004.
Looking thuggish on my way to New York, 2004.
With my old Wolvering haircut, 2003.
Looking stoned (but not) after a night of dancing... and I look like I'm pregnant, too.
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.
Yep...Originally posted by ~ªêQµïTª$~
aaahhhh shut upYou're just a M.I.L.F, and a rare case... with MOST people, they are at their prime when they are at their late teens to early 20's, after that, its downhill till they die. (Unless your name is Pamella Anderson and you have millions of dollars to spend on plastic surgery)
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EDIT: Wyldfire: You have a pic for us to see what you look like?
Laterz...
Sorry it bothers you that a chick is more ****y and funny than you are...and I have MY OWN tits to play with if I wanna. If you were me you'd never have to leave your house...Originally posted by alphawolfx
There goes Wyld again with the ****y&funny.
You know, you should write an e-book and sell it online.
You could call it "Increase the Size your Dating Two-Fold"
Your catch phrase could be "Being attracted to someone is not a conscious decision"
Then you could tell guys to be "Over-confident and humorous."
You'd make TONS of money... because you're just SO original.
Biotch, please...Originally posted by MacDiddy
Wyldfire must have mistaken this forum for Adultmatchmaker.com
Yeah... you're ok!!!
Not bad
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
You have a cute face, but I don't like the preppy collar, high bangs and long sideburns. It's a little reminiscent of an Elvis impersonator.
Yeah...but I'm STILL cuter than you are...sucker!Originally posted by alphawolfx
OMFG.... HAHAHAHA
The original post of this thread was basically saying to not over-obsess about your looks.
Immediately everyone starts posting their pictures.
Does anyone else see the irony in this?
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.
I actually prefer AFCs...Originally posted by MacDiddy
Now now Wyld... calm down...
And.. how are we to know you don't like some schlep who posts his d*ck in a personal ad... I'm not a mind reader....
LMAO...now if you were to call me a biotch, c*nt or tw*t, that might actually fit sometimes...but a slut, I'm not.Originally posted by Don_Joffe
Wyldfire: I think you are a slut. Oh and btw I think you need a face-lift, seriously your hairstyle doesnt go with that ugly face of yours.
alpha: no offense bud, ive seen better looking 8's, Id give you a 6.
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.