Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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.
expensive gaming laptopAs you text this from an Obamaphone.
Bragging about your electronics?expensive gaming laptop
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.
And sometimes they cannot admit that someone is greater than them even if deep down they know it is true.They will also believe it when it's true.
Without a shred of observable evidence? Wait, this is you saying you think I believe you are greater than me? Get a full time job and lose your virginity first and then we'll talk.And sometimes they cannot admit that someone is greater than them even if deep down they know it is true.
You don't get along with anyone, do you? You're incidentally right about one thing. No one likes an a$$hole, but everyone does have a certain amount of respect for an a$$hole who backs it up.Without a shred of observable evidence? Wait, this is you saying you think I believe you are greater than me? Get a full time job and lose your virginity first and then we'll talk.
Evidence isn't strictly concrete. A lot of it has to do with the mindset or 'vibe' you give off.Without a shred of observable evidence? Wait, this is you saying you think I believe you are greater than me? Get a full time job and lose your virginity first and then we'll talk.
I learned what you mean by "allure" through my sister. I have a question though. How well do you get along with other women?I must say to @fastlife whom I admire and who I think has a tremendous amount of wisdom that yes...women worth having are indeed going to measure men one against another...and fast food fry cooks are not going to come out well in that analysis UNLESS (and this is a BIG unless) there is ambition and drive and purpose behind being a fry cook (e.g. he's a fry cook aspiring to manager or franchisee)...
Just like men constantly compare women's bodies, beauty and physical attributes, women compare a man's attributes as well.
A man like @bigneil may be stylistically arrogant to some, but there's an old saying...it ain't bragging if it's true. I find ballsy self confidence to be a very attractive trait...and I think both @fastlife and @bigneil display this, although the presentation is very different.
Hell I'm a woman and the thing I am most often complimented on is my allure. Allure on a woman is the feminine version of ballsy self confidence and it's a combination of "no give a sh1t", confidence, sex appeal and composure that you learn through loving yourself and actualuzing yourself.
Know thyself & love thyself. Never apologize for a life well lived.![]()
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.
To answer your question @ImTheDoubleGreatest!I learned what you mean by "allure" through my sister. I have a question though. How well do you get along with other women?