Hi Mr. 5x5 workout with a link posted to it. Usually people only link something that others might care about.Hi,
You're an ass and unimpressive at expressing it.
Good day.
Good day to you,
Azanon
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.
Hi Mr. 5x5 workout with a link posted to it. Usually people only link something that others might care about.Hi,
You're an ass and unimpressive at expressing it.
Good day.
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.
I disagree. Women, being the bizarre creatures that they are, can become very intimidated if they perceive a guy as "too perfect". Pook's progression (though I imagine it wouldnt be quite that linear) is pretty accurate.d9930380 said:It didn't because he now looked a beefcake and although common sense would tell him women didn't like that, he tried to explain it away by saying they did but they're scared, yea that's it!
Yup, that certainly carries some weight too.Deus ex Pianoforte said:True, but the same can be said if you switch a bunch of words around too, i.e.:
A truly confident, skinny runt with a high pitched voice would have a much better chance of baggin' the blonde bomb shell alpha female than the muscular, handsome guy with no confidence.
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.
You're just a little guy, huh?frisco said:Your post is complete crap. Im a good looking 145 6' guy very athletic build i play lots of sports and date very attractive women
Rata Blanca said:It's easier to talk the talk than walk the walk.
Has anyone else done what Pook has?
What was your experience?
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.
Women do not find Arnold Schwartznegger sexy. Find me any poll where women have rated him as attractive.skeeloo said:take anorld if he walked on the streets i bet most females would want him.
not as he is now, but a great many women (including one of my ex's, my missus's mom and my own mom) thought he was hot when he was in Terminator 2 for example.Nighthawk said:Women do not find Arnold Schwartznegger sexy. Find me any poll where women have rated him as attractive.
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.
6'1 and 205 lbs is not "taking it that far", it's just being pretty muscular, but nothing exceptional.Deadly_Ripped said:Just because Pook talk about being at 205 doesn't mean everyone who takes his advice needs to take it that far. I know that at 6'1" my target weight is 175. At that weight I am not intimidatingly big, but it's obvious I work out as long as I'm not in a winter jacket.
and i suppose that these girls are perfect? gotta love the north american/brit. girls. they have egos that nearly match their a$$es.My 16-yr-old brother is 6'1 and 175 lbs and looks boney... Girls always say that being this tall, he should gain some weight... The same girls that used to say that I was "too buff" when I was 155 at 5'8.
At that weight, I'd be surprised if anyone guessed you work out, even with a regular (not tight) t-shirt on
Wait man, I'm Italian, not American. Actually my brother IS skinny at that weight, since clothes made for his height and shoulders are too large for him. This is not about what girls think, it's about reality: at 6'1 and 175 YOU ARE SKINNY.sparky0000 said:and i suppose that these girls are perfect? gotta love the north american/brit. girls. they have egos that nearly match their a$$es.
you guys can bulk up all you want, but you are still wimps.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.