Bonafide
Senior Don Juan
Lol, I bet u will never get laid...everybody probably sees you as a joke anyhow - a sudden change huh? suddenly the geek is kicking innocent kids backpack lmfao, roflmfao...tough guy - that kid should of choked your ass out
"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.
Alright guys, here's my plan and my new look!
- Thread starter coolf1r3
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"You Can't Argue a Woman Into Liking You"
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Ahh listen to all the dweebs here crying about some pathetic guy being kicked in the backpack. The kid who got kicked probably is a tool - so he gets abused.
I, on the other hand, would not pick on people like that. I usually stand up for those who can't stand up for themselves. That's what a king does.
I, on the other hand, would not pick on people like that. I usually stand up for those who can't stand up for themselves. That's what a king does.
coolf1r3
Don Juan
Choked my ass out? Geek? You, sir, have no idea how wrong you are. Roflmao. Choked a 3rd degree black-belt out? Good luck.:crackup:Bonafide said:
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Everyone else, how about offering some CONSTRUCTIVE criticism? Again, please stop bashing me for it. I made a mistake. It's not like you guys are/were perfect, either.
coolf1r3
Don Juan
Today:
I went to the mall to see where I was in terms of confidence/approaching/etc. It turns out that I've made progress, but no giant leaps (yet). In total, I approached four people, 3 girls and 1 guy. I spent three hours at the mall there but most of that time was spent looking around for girls, shying away from HBs, watching if my parents were anywhere to be seen, and shopping. Unfortunately, Sunday is a horrible day to pick up girls between the ages of 15 and 17. Most of the girls I saw there looked 12 and were with their parents! The first girl I approached was a girl I knew went to my school. I had never spoken with her before, so I deemed it as a cold approach. As we were about to walk by eachother, I called her name and she said "yeah!" We engaged in small talk about a mutual friend, I asked if she was going to be at so-and-so's party next weekend, etc. The whole time, I noticed that she was acting a little shifty. Then, I realized that I was also acting nervous, which she probably picked up on, which made her nervous. After sensing this, I realized that there was no point to continuing and I would get nothing out of this. I broke away and went off to find another girl. For the next half hour, I let a few HBs pass me up because I just lost my nerve when I decided to approach them. Fvck me. I finally found another girl who was leaning up against a column, looking somewhat lost and confused. I walked up to her and said "Hey, how's it going?" She looked at me, looked down, and said "Good...excuse me." And she walked away from me. I walked away also, thinking to myself, "Damn. Her loss, oh well." Another hour of shopping, uncompleted approaches, and wistful thinking later, I walked into a shoe store. I walked up to the nearest male employee and asked him a few questions about shoes, which style he likes, etc. I found the pair that I wanted, which were incidentally the same pair he was wearing, and went up to the register. A female employee was there, mulling over a restaurant menu. I approached her, said hello, and commented on the fact that she looked incredibly bored. She smiled and replied with "Yeah, I'm just trying to figure out what to order for lunch. No one is telling me what they want." Conversation continued a bit, nothing important, and I made my purchase. I told the girl to have a great day and ejected. On my way out, I thanked the sales associate with a handshake, he told me to find him the next time I come to the store and gave me his name. I said thanks and left. I left the mall feeling bitter. Why did she just walk away? Was I being nervous again? Probably. Man, whatever. Today was a good learning day for me. These failures weren't failures at all, they made what I need to work on glaringly obvious. I apparently still need to work on inner-game and approaching. Oh, I also thought of a really good opener when I got a call from my buddy:
CF: "Hey, I've got a question for you."
HB: "Ummm...ok."
CF: "My buddy went overseas a few months ago to fight in Iraq. Three months into Iraq, he gets a letter from his girlfriend, breaking up with him. She broke up with him becuase "I never get to see you and I'm just so lonely." My friend was devastated. Do you agree with what his ex-girlfriend did?"
Best part is that this actually happened (My friend is out of Iraq now, but this happened when he was there.)
I suppose that today wasn't a TOTAL failure, but still, I'm so upset with myself.
:cuss:
I went to the mall to see where I was in terms of confidence/approaching/etc. It turns out that I've made progress, but no giant leaps (yet
). In total, I approached four people, 3 girls and 1 guy. I spent three hours at the mall there but most of that time was spent looking around for girls, shying away from HBs, watching if my parents were anywhere to be seen, and shopping. Unfortunately, Sunday is a horrible day to pick up girls between the ages of 15 and 17. Most of the girls I saw there looked 12 and were with their parents! The first girl I approached was a girl I knew went to my school. I had never spoken with her before, so I deemed it as a cold approach. As we were about to walk by eachother, I called her name and she said "yeah!" We engaged in small talk about a mutual friend, I asked if she was going to be at so-and-so's party next weekend, etc. The whole time, I noticed that she was acting a little shifty. Then, I realized that I was also acting nervous, which she probably picked up on, which made her nervous. After sensing this, I realized that there was no point to continuing and I would get nothing out of this. I broke away and went off to find another girl. For the next half hour, I let a few HBs pass me up because I just lost my nerve when I decided to approach them. Fvck me. I finally found another girl who was leaning up against a column, looking somewhat lost and confused. I walked up to her and said "Hey, how's it going?" She looked at me, looked down, and said "Good...excuse me." And she walked away from me. I walked away also, thinking to myself, "Damn. Her loss, oh well." Another hour of shopping, uncompleted approaches, and wistful thinking later, I walked into a shoe store. I walked up to the nearest male employee and asked him a few questions about shoes, which style he likes, etc. I found the pair that I wanted, which were incidentally the same pair he was wearing, and went up to the register. A female employee was there, mulling over a restaurant menu. I approached her, said hello, and commented on the fact that she looked incredibly bored. She smiled and replied with "Yeah, I'm just trying to figure out what to order for lunch. No one is telling me what they want." Conversation continued a bit, nothing important, and I made my purchase. I told the girl to have a great day and ejected. On my way out, I thanked the sales associate with a handshake, he told me to find him the next time I come to the store and gave me his name. I said thanks and left. I left the mall feeling bitter. Why did she just walk away? Was I being nervous again? Probably. Man, whatever. Today was a good learning day for me. These failures weren't failures at all, they made what I need to work on glaringly obvious. I apparently still need to work on inner-game and approaching. Oh, I also thought of a really good opener when I got a call from my buddy:CF: "Hey, I've got a question for you."
HB: "Ummm...ok."
CF: "My buddy went overseas a few months ago to fight in Iraq. Three months into Iraq, he gets a letter from his girlfriend, breaking up with him. She broke up with him becuase "I never get to see you and I'm just so lonely." My friend was devastated. Do you agree with what his ex-girlfriend did?"
Best part is that this actually happened (My friend is out of Iraq now, but this happened when he was there.)
I suppose that today wasn't a TOTAL failure, but still, I'm so upset with myself.
:cuss:
Bonafide
Senior Don Juan
coolf1r3 said:Choked my ass out? Geek? You, sir, have no idea how wrong you are. Roflmao. Choked a 3rd degree black-belt out? Good luck.:crackup:
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Everyone else, how about offering some CONSTRUCTIVE criticism? Again, please stop bashing me for it. I made a mistake. It's not like you guys are/were perfect, either.
Oops, looks like you just qualified yourself to me.
Back to the drawing board BOY. HAHA.
"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"
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.
alnite
Don Juan
You are doing just fine, bro! You are on the right track now. Keep the balls rolling.
You are still in high-school after all. Your pool of girls is still shallow and small. Once you have grown up a bit, the pool gets widen and deepen, and by this time you would be a natural.
You are still in high-school after all. Your pool of girls is still shallow and small. Once you have grown up a bit, the pool gets widen and deepen, and by this time you would be a natural.
coolf1r3
Don Juan
Today:
Came to school late, the girls I saw in the hallway, I smiled and said hello to. Both said hi back. I was vocal-ish today. I didn't speak ALL that much, but I'm content. I'm about to go to the gym after a light snack, work on my upper body. Man, change is tough.
Came to school late, the girls I saw in the hallway, I smiled and said hello to. Both said hi back. I was vocal-ish today. I didn't speak ALL that much, but I'm content. I'm about to go to the gym after a light snack, work on my upper body. Man, change is tough.
coolf1r3
Don Juan
Today:
Went to the gym, played some Gears 2, then went to a friend's house for the night. Can't wait to go to the club Thursday night!:rockon:
Went to the gym, played some Gears 2, then went to a friend's house for the night. Can't wait to go to the club Thursday night!:rockon:
"I just moved here from Florida."
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
MisterMcGee
Master Don Juan
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why do we care?
CP3WOO
Don Juan
Good job. You just picked on the kid that already gets picked on everyday of his sad life. Don't be a tool. Do something that no one has the balls to do, be the kids friend. Girls would definately respect you for that.
Your enthusiasm is awesome dude, but you're doing it all wrong. Instead of updating us on what bullsh!t you're doing each day (like we care you played a video game), how about apologizing to that kid first? Life isn't about how many girls you can get, but you're still in High School so I'll let that slide. Hopefully you finally wake up someday and cease being the douche you (currently) are before you piss off the wrong person and they kick your face in.coolf1r3 said:
coolf1r3
Don Juan
I already did. Stop badgering me about it!Jon55 said:
"How I Made Sure No Woman Ever Friend-Zoned Me Again"
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
betterthandead
Senior Don Juan
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you look the same
"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.