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.
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.
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.
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.
If you are gonna deal with all the university/career woman fallout you might aswell just marry a REALLY rich broad from the get go. 100k won't last you forever man. Do yourself a favor, marry a doctor with REALLY rich parents.if you marry a foreign MD, engineer, dentist etc, it can mean 100k cash in your pocket
Show me what area you can invest 20k to net 50k per year, and I will have investors give you a sizable finders fee.prison/con.net said:... obviously you have no idea how to invest properly. the first 20k can get a nice old house rented out, inflow of 100k cash per year. clear 50k or so.
Really and how did he managed to become a double digit millionaire? Marriage is not for everybody. Kids will drain you time and money ( I do want kids, but no marriage) What's the difference between marriage and just being with someone you enjoy being with and having a family? People act like marriage papers act like some sort of shield or force field. Meeting women and banging does get boring, but so does marriage.Kids, Citizenship, Money, Family, Healthcare.
My friend went from a pizza hut employee to a double digit millionaire by marrying the right girl. The positives vastly outweigh the negatives. Anyone who argues differently might as well call themselves a feminist and get in line behind the cat ladies for a life of singledom because they are following the exact same path.
MGTOW = Male Feminism.
Picking up women, banging random girls... gets boring after awhile. You guys can go on and on about the evil's of marriage but its up to the individual to make things work. You can have all the game in the world but knowing how to pick a quality woman means the difference between a good life and a terrible one, married or not. Not all women are the same and any man who thinks otherwise is a complete idiot.
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if you marry a foreign MD, engineer, dentist etc, it can mean 100k cash in your pocket
If you are gonna deal with all the university/career woman fallout you might aswell just marry a REALLY rich broad from the get go. 100k won't last you forever man. Do yourself a favor, marry a doctor with REALLY rich parents.
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.