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!"
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
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 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.
So was it that you didn't finish or was she a double amputee?Chimera said:.5
It was very awkward...
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.
Then you'd only have .25; you just couldn't resist embellishing your numbers, could 'ya?Chimera said:both, obviously...
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.
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 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.