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.
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.
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.
I'm sure he's slept with good looking girls, just he found one willing to basically do everything for him. you hear what he said? She shaves the hair on his "back sack and crack" every other night for foks sake, gets him beers from the fridge, watched him sleep with other women and she's still madly in love with him. Also notice how cool and calm he remained through the whole ordeal, guys a true don juan whether he acts/looks cheap or not.remotecontrol said:Yeah he is basically being absolutley honest about what he wants as a man.
If its put accross in the right manner...its accepted by women...
AFC guys cant figure this mentality out....they act like Jeremy Kyle...someone who always passifies women...but no doubt secretly wants many women.
He still comes off like a d1ck he4d though...Gangster...whatever...maybe he is...but still a n0b he4d...so i agree that his attitude works but I still dont respect the guy...looks and acts cheap...Id basically run similar game to him but it would look and sound 100 percent different and my women would not be fat or desperate.
Yep, seems the crowd is filled with AFC's or jealous guys which is equally as bad. When I was watching it I couldn't get why they were laughing, i figured anyone that knows at least something about being an alpha or the way of Don Juan would appreciate this guy and understand he's doing it right.Hyper2010 said:Notice at 6:48 ''I really don't know any more''
NB: Notice how Jeremy, Society, audience try and demonise his Alpha behaviour...
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.
I was saying that society programmed me to try and get *******s if the chance were to occur, It was actually an AFC move if you analyse it like that. I wasn't aware of social programming, but I am now. Doing what society tells you to do, is generally the exact opposite of how to get ahead.trying to justify doing bad things - by saying everyone else does bad things, and its the only way to get ahead.
EUREKA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!floydb25 said:All he cares about is himself
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.
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.