You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Even then, how many times do I run into those women? The basic b!tches is the norm. So I basically cut out a large chunk of women because they aren't willing to be unique.
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.
The secret of the DJ is he loves himself and he is not desperate.
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.
I always find this funny - it seems pretty delusional to me to think of yourself as a "hunter" of prey who signal that they want you to approach. That means the "prey" is actually either an ambush predator/parasite in camouflage/aggressive mimicry, or at best a symbiont and certainly no prey. Especially when you take into account that a normal use of those signals in for example a club is to benefit the woman at the expense of the man's time/effort/resources, it looks more like the man is prey.
imagine an animal that feeds on parasites that like to feed on them
Put those in the middle and go with "The secret of the DJ is that he understands women" . but let's face it. The more you learn about them the more difficult it becomes to like them. Right?
I haven't thought of women as being loyal since my early 20s, so I really haven't changed my opinion of them much. It's the old don't hate a lion for acting like a lion thing. Women have their good points, I enjoy their company.
It's a simplified metaphor. That should be obvious. It is a game.
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.
As a whole, yes, but also the more you understand them, the easier it is to separate the wheat from the chaff.
This is so true.
a fan of love at first sight huh?
I wonder about this. Eye contact can create a very powerful connection with someone, I've done it a few times in my life before and have had it done to me as well. Absolute mindfvckery right there and it amazes me to no end because you KNOW that the other person felt the same way about you. Maybe not 'love' at first sight. However, there is definitely SOMETHING at first sight, and sometimes it just may be 'love'.
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.
Its called sexual tension.
No not sexual tension. There is a specific reason why I said 'someone' and not 'women'. You can form a brotherly bond with another GUY too. I'm not gay so I would not call that sexual tension at that point.
I know what you mean.
They are indeed.
She's maybe just being nice to you. Like saying she doesn't mind if you don't have a big c0ck if you don't.... but then lets it slip how she rode the c0ck carousel a lot when she was younger!
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.
