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.
Can't see the pic man.BlackJackal said:I like this booty. She got nice legs too.
http://www.bigbootyonline.com/hostedgalleries/28444r0298.jpg
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.
Yeah, I'll admit, I'm a black guy and I do like thickness... but ONLY chest and glutes. If you she's got a gut, I'll still hit, of course, but a more athletically toned body with big proportioned hips instead will always turn me on more.Cash said:Not all black guys like thinkness. Just look at seal, got himself a VS model.
Probably most do though, i agree.
Alright, I have to ask you a question. You say that you only like a thick chest and glutes but if she has a gut you'd still hit it. My question is why would you tap it if you only like a thick chest and ass?Aprenti$playa&pimp said:
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.
It's as big and wide as the subject itself...penkitten said:
You cant see it? Oh well there was only one pic I liked on there when I went searching for booty pics. LOl...and no it's not a porn site I've seen before.Le Parisien said:Can't see the pic man.
Is it your favorite porn site?
Ok, I checked the site. I find almost all the women on that site are grossly fat. So fat that they have orange skin. But hey, it's just me.
Don't get me wrong, I mean, I prefer think chest (big breasts) and some meaty hams, with carved abs. I'm just saying, even if she had a gut, as long as it wasn't 3 feet further than here bresats (exaggeration), I'd still hit. I probably wouldn't date exclusively to them though, just to freak... I imagine I love thickness for when I hit from the back so I can get some smacks in and a good grip on whatever I grab when I drive.Francisco d'Anconia said:
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.
*sigh* It's only because you're unfamiliar with perfection.penkitten said:
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.
Yeah baby, this is what I'd call the ultimate hotness!!!DJDamage said:
:yes: 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.