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.
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.
Haha. Owned.
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.
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.
For a while now we have only had postive productive posts, but big, tough, macho Vincet has to come and flame a fellow DJ.....wow how did u become moderator, i think they looked for a dj with thousands of posts and picked you.....then they realized your posts are AFC, but it was too late to demote you. Your 19 buddy y dont u get of your lazy ass and get some chicks, post some field reports and then we'll respect you. Until then your nothing.......................by the way I took your mom's v card and gave it Tweek_1984.....your sisters next.
in your sig instead of writing it out al the time, it will satisfy others AND save you having to write it all the time after each of your posts.
Oh, shut the hell up. Who needs you b*tching? I'd like to see you b1tch at LIT too for his text sig, but you probably won't just because he's been posting here longer. Attacking people who have done nothing to you on the internet. Way to prove that you have no balls, you beating.
He probably always has it ready with the 'paste' button, LOL.Originally posted by ~ªêQµïTª$~
How about you guys ease it down a bit?
Smooth Player 056: Just put that thing that says:
in your sig instead of writing it out al the time, it will satisfy others AND save you having to write it all the time after each of your posts.
Laterz...
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.
' OH SMASHEDOriginally posted by Tweek_1984
Hows this for '
I'm in a restaurant last night with my family celebrating my 21st. Who comes in and sits down on the table right fu<king next to me?
My ex-girlfriend, with her new bf.
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.