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.
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.
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.
Yeah i'm about 7.5, or slightly more, and a girl i slept with recently who had a kill count over 50 said i was one of the biggest she'd ever seen, she said a fair bit smaller was average. Before i'd slept with her she asked me what the average was and i said 6" so she checked it on a ruler and was like nah that's pretty small. LOL they have no idea.The average penis size is 6 inches. Mine is 8 inches.
My last LTR told me I was the biggest she ever saw (and had been with about 40 guys).
But get this: she thought the average was 8 inches and that I was 10 inches. Why? For the same reason she can't parallel park: because all her life men have lied to her about what 8 inches looks like.
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.
Eh, I'm asian - so my 4 inch dragon is way ragin'Statistically across all races, 5" is average
And if you understand how to properly manipulate angles you can make it feel much bigger...once again, most guys are terrible at sex.No matter what your size is, understand that penis size is significantly less important to most women, than who the man is that it belongs to, and how she feels when she is with him.
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.
Teach me please.I think if most guys put some work into learning how to be better they'd find out there is a LOT of technical stuff you can do to improve very quickly
Go torrent and watch 2 Women Teach Sex...2 porn stars spend 12 hours teaching you everything there is to know...best thing any dude could ever spend 12 hours learningTeach me please.
That's f'd up... lolNow a single mom stripper I dated, the minute she felt it, somehow felt compelled to tell me that her ex-fiancée was WAY bigger. That was a warning sign. At least the third. But I told her I was only half way turned on by her.
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.