Ringleader41
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I don't get it
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.
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.
It's not that black and white.Burroughs said:women want to fvck muscular guys who can bang hard and cvm on their faces
they want to date skinny faggots with lots of money they can push around and who will carry their bags in the mall.
chicks know muscle dudes rarely have big $$ so they will fvck them on their lunch breaks while texting their skinny dude.
thats how it works
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.
Totally agree. Sometimes I wonder if I'm living on another planet as some of these guys. Maybe that's the way it rolls in the trailer park or something. Personally, I avoid scuzzy girls like the plague.okyoureabeast said:Where the heck do you guys find these low life girls? I've probably met three of these "bang muscle dudes use whimpy guy" chicks in my entire life and they were all seriously failures in their own way.
And I'm in the top .05% in school spirit.PairPlusRoyalFlush said:Im in the top 1% in muscles, 80%+ in looks, but below average in height. Guess which one wins out lol.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
Well the reality is, you can walk around any city and see a bunch of dudes with girls on their arm.bigneil said:It's probably because those guys are lean.
Girls just want definition, not bulk.
Don't confuse chubby with big. Adding 20 lb of fat is never good, even if you have football player statistics, you aren't 8% body fat like they are.
perseverance must be a skinny, beta wimp...perseverance said:It all comes down to different strokes for different folks.
To you these men are skinny, beta wimps, so these women they're something pretty darn special.
Just leave people to their own devices and you be focused on yours.
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.