That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
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.
These are good. I did this with a chubby chick once when she called me bro...."you know what I call a women who calls me bro??? I don't"Bro??? Let me guess. The Doc put you on steroids."
"Bro? ... Aw, that's sweet. My little sister pretended she was a man once."
"Bro, huh. " Not bad. You're getting closer to passing as a man."
"Bro?!" (shake your head). You need to check your estrogen levels, I bet it's negative 20.
The last one is probably above the comprehension of the type of gal that says "bro" but it's my favorite response.
"Bro?!" If Freud was alive today, he'd swear that you have penis envy."
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.
Can you give some examples?I’ve been known to devalidate 9s just for looking at me the wrong way. After awhile it becomes completely embedded into your vibe and presence. Nowadays, females in my circles treat my ego with kids gloves. They are deathly afraid of my dismissal.
You need to learn to dismiss h0es at the first sign of disrespect.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
add "guy"When a girl says bro,dude or man I instantly lose attraction