JohnChops
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Dhoulmagus said:Girls just ignore me. All my friends have a gf or a slam while I just have to sit there and watch.
2/10 would bang.
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
Dhoulmagus said:Girls just ignore me. All my friends have a gf or a slam while I just have to sit there and watch.
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.
Atom Smasher said:You say you're ugly. What specifically makes you ugly? Be accurate and specific.
You'd be amazed how many guys have gone from ugly to good looking to women. There ARE things you can do, especially because a sense of style trumps innate looks.
Try reading "The Flow" by Dan BaconDhoulmagus said:Im sick of it.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Post Your Pic http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=208384&page=3 Post 52applegoo said:Can you post a pic of yourself?
Yes, you do. You just don't recognize them.Dhoulmagus said:I don't get any IOIs
When thunder_god was in New York, he told your boy the same damn thing, to which good ole Rex said, "Are your boys girls even hot?" To which ole Thor had no reply, so "O.M.R." is going to ask you the same thing, are your friends girlfriends even hot?Dhoulmagus said:Girls just ignore me. All my friends have a gf or a slam while I just have to sit there and watch.
I'm like 185 lol. I was like 160 when I came to college, but I never got any girls lol. I see a lot of fat wannabe redneck guys with dimes here, so I have gotten the impression physique really doesn't matter.backbreaker said:i looked at your Picture,, you're not ugly. You have what I call the big black guy problem lol
i used to have a friend, brad who was 6'2, and chizzled. when we went out he would always get any black chick he wanted. he had the thug look thing going for him though he was far from it once you got to know him, he just liked to portray the look and blck chicks loved the tall rock hard thug look.
however, he never really got any footing with white women. i was 5'8, about 155 and i dated pretty much exclusively white women at this time.
looking at your pic you are about, 6'1-6'2, 200-220 pounds. you're in pretty good shape but i can see how a owman who isn't used to that look can be intimated by someone your size.
and your other problem is that you aren't thug enough to really hit it with the black chicks. so you are really a lot like me in the sense you're stuck lol.
i was 185-190 and i was pretty buit when i first got reallyo heavy into weight lifting but i was not having success with women. when i got to about 170-175 it skyrocketed.
you can work around being black and talk to chicks. you can't work around being BiG and black and trying to talk to chick slol. And you're not even really BIG, but i mean, a 6'2 210 pound black guy trying to talk to a 5'6 120 pound whtie chick,l in the south where all these racial ideas are already existing and she's going to be more concerned about making sure there are other people around, then she's going to be concerned about checking you out. tha'ts just how it is.
i'd lose about 20-30 pounds, you have to be inevitable. I can approach white women because i'm not intimating lol. i'm 5'8 and about 165. i'm a built 165 but still i'm small lol.
anyway just a thought from left field.
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.
http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7rytm4lfi1rbz6m5o1_500.jpgMaximus Rex said:Dhoulmagus, how do you dress when you go out?
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.