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't see the pic man.BlackJackal said:I like this booty. She got nice legs too.
http://www.bigbootyonline.com/hostedgalleries/28444r0298.jpg
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.
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:
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.
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:
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
*sigh* It's only because you're unfamiliar with perfection.penkitten said:
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.
Yeah baby, this is what I'd call the ultimate hotness!!!DJDamage said:
:yes: 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.