http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jes-baker/sex-relationships-fat-girls_b_4453713.html
Try not to vomit gents.
Try not to vomit gents.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
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.
Did you look at those pictures? That's ain't chucky. I was on a committee with a chic who looks and dresses like that. Complete *****. The entire committee went to her house one night to hang out and relax, have a few drinks...smoke a few bowls. She starts confessing how she hasn't been laid in 5 years because men are intimidated by her intelligence. I really wanted to tell her it's because she's built like a chunky, snarky, tatted up, foul mouthed feminist cave troll with a shrill voice and sense of entitlement.backbreaker said:warrior you know you like em chunky i don't even know why you are fronting lol
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.
Robert28 said:Am I the only one that noticed that fat girl has purple hair? She could lose 50 lbs....he!! she could lose 100 lbs but the fact is she STILL has PURPLE HAIR. What does that scream to me? It says "Hey I'm the biggest feminist liberal whackjob of a b!tch you will EVER meet". Now I'm not one to really get into the whole politics thing most of the time, but being around women like this I can guarantee you every d@mn thing you do or say will turn into a political debate with her.
Who could even see that coming. What a totally non predictable shock.backbreaker said:i'm kinda digging the purple hair / red **** me pumps honestly. i could do that. it's an itneresting combo.
This had me rolling.Bible_Belt said:I once had to set up all the chairs for a cage fight in a warehouse. The chairs arrived late, and they were the flimsiest plastic folding chairs I have ever seen. I told my boss that I didn't think they would hold fat people.
A trainer of one of the fighters brought his wife, and that b!tch was huge! When they bought their tickets, I immediately started thinking about her in one of those chairs. I kept an eye on where she was sitting, and thankfully, I didn't miss the show. If chairs had personalities, this one would have been a fighter; poor chair lasted almost an hour. Then...BOOM!...the chair collapses without warning and dumps her flat on her back. Her big fat arms and legs were waving in the air - she looked like a cross between a beached whale and an upside down turtle.
Her husband helped her up, and told her that the chair must have been defective! She stood up the rest of the night, though.
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.
Could stop here and still be the best thing posted on the internet today. Thanks.Bible_Belt said:I once had to set up all the chairs for a cage fight in a warehouse.
Haha I thought the same thing.dasein said:Could stop here and still be the best thing posted on the internet today. Thanks.
Exactly. It's not like you deserve bad treatment, but don't **** with the rest of us for not being attracted to it.zekko said:What a load of sh!t. No surprise it's a woman who wrote that article. They couldn't find a guy to give out compliments to these whales, unless he was one of these chubby chaser guys with a fat fetish.
I mean, look, if you're a woman and you're overweight, okay, I'm not going to hate you for it or call you names. I'll treat you like a normal person and I won't disrespect you. Just don't expect me to find you physically attractive.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.