You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
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.
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.
I love it. I get pissed at my girl when she won't let me (i.e. after a day of being out and about without showering)Mayfly said:Yeah man. I have no bones about doing it because I just love doin it that much. I have several awesome tips if anyone is interested in them.
you been watching The Sopranos or something?Mayfly said:I must say I enjoy going down on girls. It is easily a hobby of mine. But why is it a taboo to talk about or say you enjoy doing it? Discuss!
i agree with you...DarkLight said:Who said it was Taboo?
The pvssy is delicious... granted its delicious!
The only reason I could think peeps see it "taboo" is cause your servicing her.
But fvck... if you enjoy snackin the clam, than its pleasure for you too.
So fvck the "taboo" perspective on it.
(as long as she's returning the gift... alls good!)
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.
Thats one reason I've never ate pvssy yet. I'm afraid of it tasting like old trout or something. I wanna try though.azzak said:i used to love it and do it all the time. but then i had a gf who lacked in the pu$$y hygeine department and it smelt and tasted horrible. like stale fish is the closest comparison i can think of. well i dunno if she was actually unclean down there, since she was a rich girl and always pretty done up, maybe it was just her personal smell and taste, either way its kinda turned me off eatin pu$$y since then.
not to say ill never do it again, just not that keen on it. i guess i just need to find a hottie with a nice clean freshly shaven ***** to get back into it
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.