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.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
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.
fat typically = unhealthy. It doesn't take societal conditioning to weed out unhealthy people.bigjohnson said:It's just western societal conditioning.
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.
speakeasy said:I think tastes vary from generation to generation as far as weight, but one thing remains a constaint, and that's the right hip to waist ratio. A woman can be large or small, but if she has that .7 hip to waist ratio, I'll think she's sexy as hell.
You want a woman who looks like a manatee?Kev07 said:This might be a winner.
For me, as long as the woman isn't jiggling all over, looks like a manatee, and has that decent hip to waist ratio, she's a winner
Someone should tell a bunch of women that.Master Bates said:^ All those women are still within the range of "fit". There's a difference between vuluptuous and overweight.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life,st_99 said:This thread actually makes me think about a causal friend of mine who is engaged to a fat chick.
When a guy marries a fat girl, does that mean he doesnt think that highly of himself in terms of being able to land a normal weight girl?
This guy is not fat be he's kind of dorky although he dresses well. He just has a choir boy innocent image about him.
I don't know, I just want to know what goes through somebodys head when they decide they want to marry an obese chick because
I would have to be single for a loooooooooooooooooong time before I start looking in that direction
rrrrr said:Marilyn Monroe trumps Kate Moss any day of the week. I like voluptuous women with big boobs and as long as she's not fat I'm fine. I don't care so much about the butt. However when there's a skinny girl who takes care of herself and is thin and shapely that's awesome too.
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.