Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
It can be. It's not as good as a bar or a club but its better than a book store or the mall. It's more of a place you take a girl to get to know her.Yapper said:Is it a good place to find the bitches?
...why risk cancer? There's a million other places you can take your chick. Ex. Party, Action Dates and Food.xomel said:Too young to go to a bar? Take her to a hookah lounge![]()
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Nope.Yapper said:Can you go alone?
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.
Hug trees much?PeterNorthisawesome said:...why risk cancer? There's a million other places you can take your chick. Ex. Party, Action Dates and Food.
ValleyDJing said:I went to the hookah bar a few times, there are some hot chicks there. Overall though, I wouldn't take a girl there unless she smoked...which is a huge turnoff anyways.
No I rather smoke salvia or ganja, which is proven to be less harmful than tabacco with tar.Cleric said:Hug trees much?
I ain't saying hookah is bad...I'm just saying just the idea of a chick smoking kinda makes em seem, trashy. And girls who don't smoke think the same thing about dudes, whether it isn't unhealthy or not.xomel said:smoking hookah is totally different than smoking anything else. hookah doesnt even get you buzzed/high... there's more molasses in it than there is tobacco, and if im correct theres not even nicotine in it.
theres no reason anyone be down to hookah if they have at least smoked a few cigarettes, cigars, or weed.
the only people i can see not smoking hookah are super super christain straight edge. even then... hookah is BARELY a drug. come on now, they didnt even tell us not to smoke hookah in grade school... you know the whole anti-smoking and anti-drug talk where they even bash swishers, black-n-milds and cigars... but they dont even touch hookah.
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.