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.
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.
Sucks man. Sorry to hear that.Came back to this thread because this just happened to me lol. Granted I knew her longer.
She sounds like a sociopath and if not, she clearly has a myriad of deep emotional issues. Like you said, she doesn't care about you, and doesn't even respect you enough to respond. I guarantee she's done the same thing to numerous other guys, and I also guarantee that she'll keep doing it. She's a trash human being.Sucks man. Sorry to hear that.
So the first week I was dying. Felt some of the worst emotional pain I'd ever felt (embarrassing but true). Second week was bad, but slightly better. Third week was much better. For some reason I had been ridiculously horny (still am TBH) and actually f*cked three different girls last weekend. This week has been good, but I found myself thinking about this sh!t again... I had this plan that after a month I'd feel better and would try to get her into bed again--able to handle it this time because I'd know what I'm getting myself into and wouldn't fall for her "love bombing." I realize now that even getting that far was wishful thinking. Well, I hit her up yesterday (about the month mark) and it didn't exactly go as planned...
Me: Hey *NAME*. How ya been? Been meeting a lot of charming bumblefellas? (bumble is the app where she originally messaged me)
*Four hours later--and this is her day off*
Her: Hi Paradox. Yes I have lol
Me: Oh man... You're trouble. We should grab a drink sometime and catch up.
*No response*
Yeah.... She straight up says "yes" to my question of whether she's been meeting a lot of guys. And she said it to me--someone who I would assume she knew liked her. Lmao. I've NEVER had a girl respond like that to that question (even ones who I don't know at all). Their responses are always "no I deleted it," "no bumble sucks," "no bumble guys are dumb/ugly/etc," or something similar. This girl is a new breed of uncaring. I don't even know how this "thing" fell in love with her ex. Christ. But she did, because last week she made a post on her Instagram feed saying how proud of him she was and how much she missed him (he does UFC sh!t and won a fight). That also makes me laugh though, because I learned this guy moved across the country after getting OUT of the military. Meaning, TECHNICALLY, he could have stayed in the same area and thus stayed with her. He left her ass behind.
Then of course she ghosts the text saying we should grab a drink and catch up. Not even enough respect to give me an answer of any kind. This girl is legitimately a cold, heartless piece of sh!t.