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.
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.
Haha possibly. Are you familiar with sex transmutation?betheman said:this appears to be a pretty massochistic thread to me
nope! myth? fact or fiction?TyTe`EyEz said:Haha possibly. Are you familiar with sex transmutation?
betheman said:nope! myth? fact or fiction?
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.
why didnt you try and get into that crack instead?Poonani Maker said:Spilled my seed today..after a long while without. I was Tortured by a hired hand, chick at a home decor (trinkets, wall picture, incense) place was helping me bending over in front of me - ... nooo panties, guys, I could see the full crack of her as5. I "was" filled with testosterone having gone without for a few weeks, I just couldn't take it anymore, and you know how these girls today (she was in her early to mid 20s, kinda fvcked up face like a slvt (crooked lipstick-smeared (like a surfer) mouth, big nose) but decent bod and showing me her as5), these girls today will talk to you (me) in a porn-starlet-like tone, you know, just nasaly talking about something innocent but with a tone of "fvck me," Damn, guys, I just couldn't take it anymore and once I was away from her out of the store, the sun bearing down on me, I HAD to slip into a closed room grabbed this plastic wrapper thing I found on a shelf and jacked, then humped a desk (rather forcefully and hard I might add at first hurting the tip accidentally) banging with my balls full force spilling my seed. RIGHT when I'd cvm I felt regret and I'd felt a weakness come over me and a tiredness, relief, and not the same man I'd been in the previous weeks, I was no longer on edge, edgy, aggressive and in control. But...I was going Cer-raze-y at this point in time, Be-cause of this b!tch who showed me the crack of her dog-face attached as5. I'd had it! I could not hold back or take it anymore! I NEVER "just slip" into a room and bang one out cause I'm brimming with horniness. I NEVER do that, and can probably count on my hand how many times I've just HAD to release ASAP or be frustrated to H3ll for the rest of the day. That's why I'd lost it. I just knew that I would not stop thinking about her as5 if for the rest of the day if I didn't do something now!!! so I did. I first did that in high school or junior high I guess, but since then, I've not waited until I got home maybe, 3 times in my lifetime, very rare, but I just could not take it anymore today around noon.
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.
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.
Have you got a job? Now I have a week job this task is so much easierDJ Bax said:I'm at day 7 right now and I'm horny as ****. I had to get off the computer earlier today because I knew if I was on it for another minute I would go straight to pornhub and wank one.
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.