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.
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.
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.
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.
Le Parisien said:I would rather sleep with a thin 45 year old woman than a fat chick... Say "NO" to fat chicks!:kick:
This coming from a guy who exclusively goes for the twenty something young girls...![]()
Well in the UK the sizes differ. So a 6-8 is more like your 3-5typical said:Ok size 3-5 = small skinny girl flat chested to a size a bra, small and petite you can bounce her all night long, but she might feel a bit boney to you.
Size 6 = the wonder size, girls look damn hot in this size everyone knows that they are, just skinny enough and have just the right amount of curves, its these girls that turn you rock hard at a moments notice, most of them have A-B size bras some C's but thats rare and hot property.
Size 8-10 = 8 aint that bad looking a bit chubby but you cant tell at all, 10 just a little bit bigger not that much and if she's tall then she'll look normal as hell, they normally have C size bras.
Reread my post buddy, I said "thin 45 year old woman", the stress is put on "thin"...Vince said:a 45 year old fat chick?
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.
Dude, that was a golden opportunity to lose your virginity without having to worry about what the broad thought of your performance.Luke Skywalker said:In my mind I would, but in practise, I had an opportunity to seriously go after a FUG I meet from the internet, and actually passed it earlier this year. She was open to all my sexual fantasies, but I flaked out.
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.