Maverick_DJ
Don Juan
Liverpool - There is some great ****** round here - And also the new homew of the European Cup 
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
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.
Once you get past all the bleached blondes, sun bed Sallies, tracksuit wearing snotty *****es and the walking advertisements for fake tan, yeah, there's a fair few hotties. It's just a matter of filtering off the scum.Originally posted by Maverick_DJ
Liverpool - There is some great ****** round here - And also the new homew of the European Cup![]()
lolOriginally posted by simon
Once you get past all the bleached blondes, sun bed Sallies, tracksuit wearing snotty *****es and the walking advertisements for fake tan, yeah, there's a fair few hotties. It's just a matter of filtering off the scum.
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.
No wonder you get so much pvssy...I've heard good things about Barnsley girls...!Originally posted by The_Shezzler
Im coming straight outta Barnsley, South Yorkshire
B-Town
You ever been out of a night in Liverpool? It is crawling with pootang.Once you get past all the bleached blondes, sun bed Sallies, tracksuit wearing snotty *****es and the walking advertisements for fake tan, yeah, there's a fair few hotties. It's just a matter of filtering off the scum.
the population in nottingham is actually 3 women to every man!Originally posted by zentraveller
Hmmm....
I have to ask. Is there a university city in England, that's medium to large in size, and known for its friendly locals, pretty city environment, and beautiful women?
I've noticed a tendency amongst UK guys to really persecute their own women in terms of looks, weight, and attitude (almost as much as American guys do here), but I'm curious if there is a place that all UK guys would agree is the best place around for quality of life & women (outside of London)?
Thanks.
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.
Yeh I'm not bad, definately better when i've got a good wingman too, got some quality tit-pics from Saturday night btw, I'll have to post a field report when i get the chance!Im sure i could make it to Chester - you got skillz? then we'll sarge!