You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
Yes she smokes them.
Will do...can't do weed bcasue I work for the gubmint. What kind of alcohol do young girls like? Just get Swisher sweets or good gars? Suggestion?
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.
Smirnoff?. Are you kidding? I bathe my toe warts in that swill. C'mon, for semi decent booze, move up the ladder a little bit
She is 23 and that is why I asked the board. I have no clue. She has been pester ing me about how much soda i drink. She is the coke police. She even went as far as to say she wanted white men to live longer. I live on the Hispanic side of town. Yesterday she was giving me **** about the coke and I said hey your hair looks different. She said really? Then I said ya I think you brushed it. Pissed her off. I think I will stick with going monk. One more date Friday and then I will work on my issues only.
Ole Rex is going to have to disagree with the Ruler on this one. Being a "Brother of the Leaf," myself and since you said she smokes sticks herself use this as opportunity to expose her to some new sh*t and take her to you local cigar shop.
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.
