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've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Haha, that is the funniest thing you have ever said.penkitten said:stop. collaborate and listen.
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroomiqqi said:Haha, that is the funniest thing you have ever said.![]()
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Hmmmmm. :nervous:penkitten said:I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Isn't Snow a "reggae" artist?DJDamage said:Where is Kris Kross, Bow wow and Snow on this list?!
that right there is in the top 10 of worst rap of all time.
and if they had Mr. T on it, then they should have had Macho Man share the title:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1i2v1b0BsbA
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.
His suckiness transcend through all music genre.Purple-Haze said:Isn't Snow a "reggae" artist?
C'mon...Informer wasn't THAT bad! Admit you listened to it.DJDamage said:His suckiness transcend through all music genre.
Yeah I listened to it and at the time I liked it but I was like 14 years old, a virgin and an AFC.Purple-Haze said:C'mon...Informer wasn't THAT bad! Admit you listened to it.
Nothing wrong with liking it.DJDamage said:Yeah I listened to it and at the time I liked it but I was like 14 years old, a virgin and an AFC.
Alot has change over the years after not knowing better.....
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.