Shiftkey
Master Don Juan
I have to choose one? 
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
It's not a big deal where I live either. Maybe some parts of the US are better than others when it comes to racism.ScrewIt said:yes. go to the UK, asians/caucasians/black, they're walking around dating others of different races, etc.
no one really gives a damn or 2nd thought about race there.
Apparently the U.S. isnt ready to grow up just yet, it was built on racism.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Ah sorry guys, this was an inside joke of that every girl that i have dated for over a month ends up being a jew.~ªêQµïTª$~ said:I'm just wondering.. Are you Jewish? And if so, why arent you interested in any other women other than Jewish? I mean... What happens if you meet a girl and she is perfect to you, but she isnt Jewish? Then what?
Laterz...
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.
hehe... its all good...comic_relief said:Ah sorry guys, this was an inside joke of that every girl that i have dated for over a month ends up being a jew.
basically, all my friends whenever they see a jewish female they will say "Comic's got his jewdar up"
basically it is a inside joke. I apologize but I might have mentioned it before.
comic_relief
I've noticed this too.4) Half Asian/Half _____ - For some reason, girls that are half-breeds (for lack of a better term) are some of the most attractive people to me. Chinese/White, Korean/White, Japanese/Hispanic, that sort of thing. They just usually end up with the best traits of both races. Ex: Kelly Hu, Jennifer Tilly, Brook Lee (Miss Universe '97)
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.
^oakraiderz2 said:The big titty, fat ass, sexy eyes, cute face race.
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.