penkitten
Master Don Juan
regular cheerios
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.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
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.
hmmmmm.... cheeerios. they're pretty good.penkitten said:regular cheerios
they are good for your heart too .brucevangeorge said:hmmmmm.... cheeerios. they're pretty good.
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.
Hahahaha. Well, assuming this isn't a BS troll post, I gather that you don't know that limbs start rotting from gangrene on you when type II diabetes destroys the circulation to your lower limbs? Or that diabetes II can cause your retina to pull away from the back of your eye socket?brucevangeorge said:I LIVE my life peoples! I don't want no healthy foods like oatmeal or fruits or veg tables. I want SUGAR! SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR!!!
****ty food = great life.
If you don't let yourself loose and eat all this garbage you might die at 50 and regret that you've never had a deep-fried twinkie, or a deep-fried mars bar or hell even that 60lb hamburger they have in some joints.
Who cares about eating healthy and prolonging life? You're going to die anyway. Might as well enjoy it and eat all the garbage you can. That way when you have an autopsy at the hospital from dying of multiple heart faliure... you'll give that doctor a field day!
Live life, eat sh!t.
It's supposed to be sarcastic.Boschy said:Hahahaha. Well, assuming this isn't a BS troll post, I gather that you don't know that limbs start rotting from gangrene on you when type II diabetes destroys the circulation to your lower limbs? Or that diabetes II can cause your retina to pull away from the back of your eye socket?
Yeah, sounds like real fun to me!!![]()
Holy crap! I didn't know that. I'm going to avoid that from now on.Docs said:Ok, comeon here.
And I better not eat AllBran, because it withholds my a**h*** from spraying.
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.
This space age crap has got to stop you know? I thought good old zinc was the way to gozink!
Thanks for making the signal-to-noise ratio on the Internet a teeny bit worse.brucevangeorge said:It's supposed to be sarcastic.
You know.... sarcasm?
I realize that its hard to tell by reading just text, but try to use your imaginaion and read between the lines.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.