Red_Tiger
Don Juan
by the way the table is correct....were on a BIG INCREASE
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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Hey. I'm from Nottingham, and i disagree. Those people were shot in the roughest part of town. Every town has a rough part.Originally posted by Red_Tiger
I might add UK gangster are ass rough as anything out there, ask the people of Nottingham
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Shame. It's a 4 to 2 ratio boys:girls at Nottingham.Originally posted by Cloud-uk
I was going to go to Nottingham Uni next year, but when i got into the town I kinda thought it was dirt. Armed police, with MP5s or whatever about, it didn't feel groovy. Still, that's just from my exceptionally limited experience. I'm from arround Stains and Woking, and they've been going down the ****ter for a good while now.
If anyone cares I'm going to York Uni now.
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.
Its basically right on. Last I read it was DC, Chi, and LA as 1, 2, and 3.3. i'd like to know one thing. a guy in here said that the 3 most dangerous cities in the USA are Los Angeles, Phoenix and Washington DC. is that true? i have ever been told that detroit, houston, miami, new york and chicago were far more dangerous than phoenix and washington. actually
Have you ever tried to exercise this "right?"Our God-given right to bear arms is probably responsible for keeping crime down.
Originally posted by blackbirdbeatle
****ing Chavs. I went to the UK and ended up punching some 17 year old right in his stupid dirty chav face. Advice to some of us foreigners: Chavs like to sit at the top and the back of the double busses. Also, the bus driver doesn't do **** down there so you get these stupid ****ing ****s that are most likely 13 and work in packs to relentlessly swear at you, hit you, throw **** at you, etc... and it takes all your restraint not to smash their faces in. It's best to do what I do and hit one that looks to be of age.
The worst part is that the people in the UK just sit there and take it. These chavs assault anyone old women, minorities, etc... just because they know they can get away with it(Cause of thier age) and that the citizens won't do **** all. That wouldn't fly well in N. America.
If youre a visitor and are gettign harassed by a few, punch one in the face. It's good because 95% of them are pussies and they'll cry and run off and you'll feel much better. Part of the reason why most peopel don't do anything is because the chavs will come back with 20 more dirty little chavs and get you another day. They may be weak and pathetic but 20 of them will still fvck you up. The good thing about being a visitor is that by the time they get everyone rounded up you're gone, off to another country or city.
I think it should be a tourists duty to punch as many chavs in the face as possible.
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.
Originally posted by Cloud-uk
I was going to go to Nottingham Uni next year, but when i got into the town I kinda thought it was dirt. Armed police, with MP5s or whatever about, it didn't feel groovy. Still, that's just from my exceptionally limited experience. I'm from arround Stains and Woking, and they've been going down the ****ter for a good while now.
If anyone cares I'm going to York Uni now.
Yes.Originally posted by MetalFortress
Is the chav problem even prevalent in Ireland and Scotland? Those two come off as rougher, take no crap sort of societies, at least to us Americans.
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.