Oh man...you need to get yourself some real food.Originally posted by diplomatic_lies
I just had a giant packet of Cheezos and a can of coke.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Oh man...you need to get yourself some real food.Originally posted by diplomatic_lies
I just had a giant packet of Cheezos and a can of coke.
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.
Um...that was random.Originally posted by Dimebag_Darrell
you better call the bug man because your t-w-a-t is a hive
Mt. Dew...it's ALL about the Dew.Originally posted by Brian20o2
I'll open a can of pepsi to that.![]()
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.
Dude, even if i was stoned whats the point of bashing it. ITS GOOD FOR YAOriginally posted by JC Jerkson
LOL you didn't name yourself Dimebag_Darell for nothing.
Must must be so high right now.
JC Jerkson
You wish my mom would even look at your sorry ass, she'd be like "JC Jerkson? What the f*ck is that, Anal Lube?"Originally posted by JC Jerkson
No.
Actually YOUR mom and me make a great couple.
:flowers:
JC Jerkson
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.
Just because I shared my duck doesn't mean I'm gonna go look at your fish bowl.Originally posted by JC Jerkson
Actually Wyld we're in my house. Don't worry I already kicked them out.
Let's go upstairs I want to show you my new fish tank.
JC Jerkson
Every mother always over-exagurates subjects about their kids.Originally posted by Wyldfire
The girls have been chasing him since he was 10 years old. He likes girls but I've raised both of my sons properly. They aren't clingy, needy, desperate and they don't get all ga ga over girls. I have good looking boys. They never chase girls. The girls always chase them. The one that got the visitor gets chased worst of the two. The last place we lived he had two neighborhood girls following him around, calling, coming to the door, showing up at his work, the skate park, etc. Poor kid couldn't escape them.
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.
hahahaOriginally posted by thederekeffect1
Every mother always over-exagurates subjects about their kids.
But good for you. Raising your boys to become men. I was raised by a woman and look where I am. Posting here.![]()
I can't cook anything beyond 2-minute noodles (and I even overcooked it once and blew water all over the stove). My real food comes from mum (2500 miles away).Originally posted by Wyldfire
Oh man...you need to get yourself some real food.
Take a cooking class...Originally posted by diplomatic_lies
I can't cook anything beyond 2-minute noodles (and I even overcooked it once and blew water all over the stove). My real food comes from mum (2500 miles away).
I even considered finding a hot girlfriend who could cook. Then I realised that was a paradox.
My older son is more tolerant than my younger son. He's more giving and attentive but not to the extent where it's bad for him. His ex girlfriend has Borderline Personality Disorder and was not easy to deal with. He was able to deal with her pretty well for how she was. He's not an emotional guy, and for the most part, he just doesn't care one way of the other. It's infuriating for me, as his mother, but it helps him deal with girlfriends better.Originally posted by The_Shezzler
Damn, that sounds exactly like me - only i was to AFC to think of girls in that way
Looking back - i could have lost my virignity at aged 10, sh1t!
Ahhh well - its all good now
As for dinner - i had a Jacket potatoe with beans...
Sarge On...
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.