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.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
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.
well, I'm cool with an average girl as long as she's got a cute face. In fact the girl I'm seeing is a little "thick" (ie, she has wider shoulders, thicker arms and legs, but overall has the right shape), but she's got a gorgeous face (one of my friends claims she's too hot for me, he just likes busting balls though).Warrior74 said:fvck our opinion. What's yours? If you feeling it, go for it, if not don't. A man doesn't worry about others opinions.
like the tits on the first girl, but not the ass. The other girls were meh.Julian said:As long as they arent think in the waist its all good...just depends on your def. of thickness...a chick whos got blubber and no shape and a gunt... O HELL NAW but a thick chick thats builts like this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4q3DBbhg_0
hell yeaaa
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
I say any guy who would give you grief is just a hater because he couldn't get a girl like yoursNewGuy72 said:well, I'm cool with an average girl as long as she's got a cute face. In fact the girl I'm seeing is a little "thick" (ie, she has wider shoulders, thicker arms and legs, but overall has the right shape), but she's got a gorgeous face (one of my friends claims she's too hot for me, he just likes busting balls though).
But I know guys that give other guys grief over going for average girls (ie, not super thin, model types). That's why I was asking you guys for your opinions.
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.
Haha I heard fat girls give better head because they have more to prove.Energizer said:I have boned a few fat chicks, nowt wrong with a bit variety and fat chicks are more appreciative of a good old rumble in the jungle and they try harder too.
I like all sorts of women, I don't have preferences, only that they have great personalities and are filthy in bed. Other than that, anything goes.
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.