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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
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.
Fvcking hilarious! :cheer:joekerr31 said:just bring up some 80s reference and you'll be fine.
so say something like... "i have a question for you. to this day I still don't get the whole 'wheres the beef?' thing. what the heck was that about?"
or "how do they get the caramel in a caramilk bar? Im going to die never figuring that out i think."
or "tell me honestly, don't you think it was a bit odd that a rich white guy adopted two black kids and they lived in a penthouse in new york?"
notice also how those things have slight sexual intonations to them
wheres the beef (ie. in my pants)
get the caramel in the caramilk bar (squirt liquid inside of something)
white guy with 2 black kids (ummm, ok, this one, while funny, doesn't work as well).
persistent exaction said:I don't have time for speed dating.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Out of curiosity, where was this event and who facilitated it? I've seen "hurry date" on the internet and thought about trying it out. I live in Baton Rouge, LA and I have yet to find a bar or club that hosts one. How much was the fee? Was there a strict age category that you were allowed to participate in? I am 35 but see myself dating a girl in her mid to late twenties.SharpGame said:I signed up for a speed dating event. I'll only have 5-7 minutes to hook these girls. What should I try (DHV, ****y/funny, push/pull, IOI, comfort building, etc) in this short time frame and in what amounts?
Cupid.com runs them too. I think they have Louisiana events.h_roberts said:Out of curiosity, where was this event and who facilitated it? I've seen "hurry date" on the internet and thought about trying it out. I live in Baton Rouge, LA and I have yet to find a bar or club that hosts one. How much was the fee? Was there a strict age category that you were allowed to participate in? I am 35 but see myself dating a girl in her mid to late twenties.
Just curious.