Scrumtulescence
Master Don Juan
ICP
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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.
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.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
You're kidding? They had some good tunes.Steelheart (mf'ers are back!)
I totally agree! They're so childish and not funny. They remind me of my friends and I trying to make up crude rhymes for some cheap laughs back in our pubescent years.comic_relief said:Tenacious D
Yup I totally agree ICP blows so much. I would also like to add ALL DEATH METAL like cannibal corpse... it's not music anymore.Scrumtulescence said:ICP
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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.
What? They were good for their time.sexxyback said:The Beatles
They sound very generic.Mr. Unique said:two of you hate nickelback. I actually like nickelback, their songs are catchy and easy to listen to.
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.
Oh man.... Death Metal rules.:rockon: :rockon:PeterNorthisawesome said:Yup I totally agree ICP blows so much. I would also like to add ALL DEATH METAL like cannibal corpse... it's not music anymore.
Lol at the AFC Music example XDcomic_relief said:Hate Breed
Primas
Tenacious D
anything emo - AFC Music "My girlfrriend broke up with me so I must slit my wrists"
ICP
Suicide
New Metallica (especially the one with the Orchestra)
Patti Smith
Macy Gray
Thursday
Simple Plan
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