That I can proudly say 0Methuselah said:This thread would be alot cooler if it was renamed to, "The how many HUGE chicks have you Banged thread!"
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
That I can proudly say 0Methuselah said:This thread would be alot cooler if it was renamed to, "The how many HUGE chicks have you Banged thread!"
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.
So was it that you didn't finish or was she a double amputee?Chimera said:.5
It was very awkward...
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.
Then you'd only have .25; you just couldn't resist embellishing your numbers, could 'ya?Chimera said:both, obviously...
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
How do your 21 yr old cousin and older cousin do it? Are they really good looking, good game, both? Do they have many ONS's?Rex Man said:Okay, to help put some things in perspective I will run down the numbers I know to be true for my wings.
My Best friend: 1
My 21 yr Cousin: 48
My 20 yr Cousin: 14
My current best wing: 27
My chubby friend: 0 (it's not because he's chubby I'm just using it to differentiate)
My family man friend (22): 43
My nerdy friend: 0
My oldest brother (32): About 20 give or take
My older cousin and best wing of all fukking time: 90+ ( I THINK 92)
These numbers I am confident about and it shows how people are all over the board.
Well, I'd personally break it down like this.How do your 21 yr old cousin and older cousin do it? Are they really good looking, good game, both? Do they have many ONS's?
For me, the vast majority of my number came during my college years (I'm in my Senior year now). In high school, I did ok, but not great.Also, I'd been cool to see where all the A$$ came from. I'd say 5 from club sarging, 5 from work, two friends of girls i nailed and 4 from school.
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.