"Nervous Around Beautiful Women? There's a Rule for That"

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.

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A fresh DJ rises from the Chump's ashes

Hughman

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The common chump took its last breaths and collapsed, bursting into flames, taking everyone out with him.

The ashes lay dormant for many months but behold, the probings of concerned womenfolk cause a mewling whelp to crawl from the ashes. They say it is a young DJ, ready to begin its life, but still vulnerable to those that wish to crush it.


This analogy, I feel sums me up nicely. A year ago, I decided it was time to gain an interest in women. Being in an all-male school caused problems, but I found ways of meeting new people. A casual observation would say I was a bonefide player. I could easily acquire numbers, and a healthy number of dates. But I never got anywhere most of the time.

Eventually I was crushed too much. A girl and relationship with her that was looking so good, heck, I was under the spell of one-itis, cheated on me. I went berserk. Like a horny goat I destroyed nearly all of my female friendships. I lost interest in everything. I stopped going out, I gained a good 5 pounds of flab, if not more.

For Christmas I was given a pair of dumbbells by my old man. Being bored at night I started to work out. It got addictive. I started to run and took up Ultimate Frisbee with some mates. The excess was soon lost and I can now lift a respectable amount.

Being sworn off women for so long obviously made me a rare commodity. They started to flirt. My interest was reborn. But knowing I was doing something wrong, I stumbled on this site.

A month of practice and reading later, I'm the happiest and healthiest I've ever been. My 'guilt' over being a nice guy (which my best female friend [and thanks to this site, I've gotten over my 3 year crush on her] told me I was, to my face, and to think I thought that was a compliment at the time!) is largely gone.

Sure, I'm not 'perfect' yet (then again, isn't perfection boring? aha). I've had rejections since my change in attitude. Admittedly it's easier for me now - a fool-proof ID works wonders. But before when I was at my lowest and consider going for my own 'league' I was in, that of say a 6 or 7 at best, I now go for 8s, 9s, even the odd 10, that is my opinion of myself has nearly doubled (admittedly, I haven't struck gold with a ten yet, aha).

I'd like to thank everyone for who has contributed to this site. My issue was fear - fear of society's opinion, fear of being branded a jerk, fear of destroying possible friendships. But I have nothing to fear but fear itself.

Peace,
Hughman
 

"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."

Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.

Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?

You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.

Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.

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Thanks man.

I'm starting to really get into the swing of things now. Some of the guys I hang out with have noticed the change, and of course the most infantile are trying to put me down, but I don't give a damn.

At a party the other night, I was crashed on the floor with a mixed group. A HB 8 proceeds to burst a bag of popcorn all over herself. I then brazzenly start picking up the pieces and eating them - ie kino all over her. She doesn't say anything until her other hot friends looks shocked and cusses me for it, and the HB gives me this mock horror look. Not that she was offended - I went to dance for a bit, she followed soon after, and I grinded her for a good 10 minutes before moving on. [unfortunately she either lost interest or felt rejected, because she then let another guy take her by the hand outside a while later, and they weren't seen for a good 30 mins ;) ]
 
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