I remember you posted a picture, you have that square jaw look going on - and above average in terms of looks. If it makes you more comfortable my buddy is 5'6'' he gets a girl whenever he feels like it, but you will still say the same thing.
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.
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.
WUTANG IS RIGHT!lildevil said:News flash..:Your attractiveness just gets you to the door but if you dont have anything to back it up...whats the point buddy
Society is always trying to make invisible and problems out of anything...They target a persons weakest points their.... Ego ...its the people who do their own thing and go a diffrent way the ones who succeed...
Don't always believe studes...in order to believe them you have to put a whole range of different variables....loooks,personality,masculinity,status..etc
wow... And you thought I was a trollwutangfinancial said:yeah, I didn't say it was impossible. Just that to say height doesn't matter is ridiculous. It's like saying your LSAT doesn't matter for law school, cuz 1% of people get into top law with low LSATs because of other accomplishments. Should it be the yardstick? Maybe not, but it is.
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 shut up mate you're 17. Maybe in certain ghetto areas you have to be black and have money, or in certain upper class areas you have to be white to get women, but these are just isolated exceptions.LostAndConfused said:L777, Coming from a black guy....race is actually a huge factor, don't open that can of worms here, just stick to height lol
And ur a faggatronwutangfinancial said:Well, women are soulless creatures that actually only care about self-validation and not any sort of mutually loving relationship.
Haha, funny you should say that man, I live in one of those isolated exceptions (the second one)L777 said:Oh shut up mate you're 17. Maybe in certain ghetto areas you have to be black and have money, or in certain upper class areas you have to be white to get women, but these are just isolated exceptions.
I was at a house party JUST LAST NIGHT and saw about 3 black guys all pulling white girls, and I saw white guys asian girls as well.
You will come to realise one day that what I'm saying about inner game is right. Appearance is largely insignificant....and I use to think like you do, so don't tell me I don't know what I'm on about.
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.