Soshyopathe
Master Don Juan
Oh, WHO CARES?Originally posted by Fred Da Head
Big N - he is stereotyping the entire Black population as being better than the entire White population.
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.
Oh, WHO CARES?Originally posted by Fred Da Head
Big N - he is stereotyping the entire Black population as being better than the entire White population.
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.
Uh, me, obviouslyOriginally posted by Soshyopathe
Oh, WHO CARES?
Thats because they dont have the opportunity to play hockey. Hockey isnt a cheap sport to play and you dont see ice rinks in the ghetto.Originally posted by il_duce
And tell me, how many black people are playing in the NHL right now?
LMAOOriginally posted by Viroid
Thats because they dont have the opportunity to play hockey. Hockey isnt a cheap sport to play and you dont see ice rinks in the ghetto.
Originally posted by Viroid
Thats because they dont have the opportunity to play hockey. Hockey isnt a cheap sport to play and you dont see ice rinks in the ghetto.
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.
Oh, look who's getting all emotional NOW.Originally posted by DJ Girevik
Fred Da Head, you are a stupid, stupid overly liberal moronic unfactual too politically correct overly defensive rat bast@rd excuse for an AFC piece of crap. I bet swimmingly would love you. How the hell is this topic racist or prejudiced? STATISTICS prove BMW right in almost every sport, with the exception of hockey and a few others. It's not prejudiced if it's TRUE. You might as well say that saying "more white people live in rich neighborhoods than black people" or "more white people listen to punk rock than black people" is racist, but it's TRUE. Care to call me a racist or prove me wrong? Get some stats sherlock. I have nothing against any race at all, so I'm not racist.
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.
What's wrong with that comment?Originally posted by Mercury21
Oh ****.....he didn't![]()
Very narrowminded, and ignorant....wait till other people read that.
Here we go....
What about low-to-middle class whites?Originally posted by wheelin&dealin
What's wrong with that comment?
It's true that the you have to have cash to play hockey. There are way more rich white people than rich black people. That's why there are more white kids in hockey because their parents can afford to pay for it.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Originally posted by xanderbaz
I didn't biitch about anything. When it comes to basketball, I can play with the best.
I'm 6'4", and I play a center/forward. Our team consists of some very short people, and me being the third tallest in school, I get to play the towers. My shot percentage is consistent .650-.700, so I don't see a reason to biitch about anything. I was just replying to his questions from a scientific point of view.
Cheers.
Originally posted by Mercury21
Oh ****.....he didn't![]()
OH **** yes i did!
Very narrowminded, and ignorant....wait till other people read that.
Yeah, i guess sociology and my sociology Prof are narrow-minded and ignorant.
Ignorance is bliss.![]()
I probably wouldn't say "**** you ******s" in LA or NY or any ghetto, but I wouldn't say "**** you" to any person, even white, who lives in the ghetto. IRL I do say I don't like other races that much. They probably don't like me much either, anyway, considering the glares I get even when I'm not interacting with them or talking about races.Originally posted by jakethasnake
And also,
Fred Da Head, I can kind of see what you're saying. You say you hate Asians but like hot Asian chicks.
I didn't say I hate them, I said I didn't like them. There's a difference. I wouldn't beat up a black/asian/whatever, I'd just rather not have anything to do with him/her.
That is pretty facking stupid, and it reflects poorly on you. However, I think most guys feel similarly, IF they aren't exposed to different races growing up.
Yeah, I guess it's because I grew up in the north (not in the arctic, but pretty far) and there was like 0.001% of other races, I'm not used to multiculturalism. There's also the fact that I'm tired of Canada's brand of multiculturalism, where the colored/almond-eyed immigrants almost have more cultural rights than whites.
I mean, before I got used to hanging around different races, I would love to hit on white girls, but didn't think much of whiteboys. But through my recent life I've been around all types of people, probably with the exception of black people. But I'm trying to learn.
I did have a black friend, and I'm friends with a mexican dude, but generally speaking I prefer white people.
I don't respect what you say, at all, and can see that you're a racist. Openly claiming that you're a racist isn't something to be proud of jackazz, no matter how "honest" and noble you thinkg you're being.But in the end it's good that you're honest about it, because then I can avoid trashy people like you.
Yep, it's all good. I figure I'm gonna be called a racist anyway, so I might as well tell everyone. I didn't think of it as noble, just honest.
For some reason though, I doubt you would have the cojones to say that stuff in real life. Seriuously.You know it's true.
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.