im sensing some bitterness here. has some immature b1tch hurt you?chance- said:once again. i'm not a fag. just not a dog like you who chases girls like a little b!tch.
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.
im sensing some bitterness here. has some immature b1tch hurt you?chance- said:once again. i'm not a fag. just not a dog like you who chases girls like a little b!tch.
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.
Victory!!!! hahahahaha. So you already know!!! I've been trying to tell these guys on this forum about this for awhile now.chance- said:rakishness, funny you say that. my first lay was a married woman with a kid and she was very beautiful and i didn't have to play one single game. she did all the moves (one of them included grabbing my d!ck).
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
2_intense2 said:so what you guys are all sweet perfect little angels, that can do no wrong?
I mean seriously the amount sh!t that guys do, compare to females..
When a guy plays a girl, its perfectly fine. When a girl returns the favor it's a problem??
very true. I'm glad I'm about to graduate.College aged girls many times aren't even worth the trouble.
Why is that??geez, i feel a bit uncomfortable there's a female lurking around on here. that's not cool.
I like your style bro. It's all about how much will power you have.absolut honesty said:i sense you are a girl..........and i think what you just said is totally right
its retarded how guys play girls, have 5 different girls they are seeing at the same time, but when a girl does the same thing to them, she is called a slut - THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A SLUT!!!!
guys gotta understand, that:
IF YOU PLAY THE GAME, THEN EXPECT TO BE PART OF THE GAME
however a real pimp knows how to mind fvck his girls and make them all his
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
Only losers fvck married and single babes with kids, there are 40 year old dudes fvcking hot 18 year old babes with no ties, even dudes who are 80 fvcking some hot 30 year old chick, yet all of you young wussy dudes brag about fvcking a married woman with kids who is twice your age.chance- said:rakishness, funny you say that. my first lay was a married woman with a kid and she was very beautiful and i didn't have to play one single game. she did all the moves (one of them included grabbing my d!ck).
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.