"You Can't Argue a Woman Into Liking You"

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.

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Went Club Sober- *****house

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Hi guys,

Hope you're getting better each day. I just wanted to share what happened tonight. I went to a club, a bit drunk, but as time passed, I became sober and saw the horrible reality. Now, I know the nature of women and everything and how they conceal it. But this was a slut-fest. Girls grinding one dude to next, making out, wearing nothing. They might feel empowered and liberated, I felt **** for them. My soul went cold and I did not want to touch or talk to any of these sluts. I'm incapable of loving, of having a family with a girl, when love is feeble and fragile, I don't even believe in love. I'm cold, I don't feel emotions. Is the the concept of having a family gone when women don't show traits of a mother? When they're not respectable? Are we really to say that its over?

This in no way is to say that I'm depressed or anything. Far from it. I'm happy, confident, and disappointed in these sluts.

db30
 

"You'll Never Feel READY to Walk Over"

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.

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