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.
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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
I would like to hear some more success stores on one of the very rare occasions in which a girl makes the first move and approaches the guy first, initiatesSiragoos said:Girls you've encountered after you took TRP, became a DJ. Perhaps you chased her too much, were too clingy, beta orbiter, friend zoned, etc.
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.
Isn't that the best feeling in the world? Knowing you can walk away from someone you once pedestalized is empowering - it lets you know that you can walk away from anyone.Dgwizdal said:I am proud to say that I look at her no different than any other chick.
Absolutely. It was the apex of my "ahah!" Moment (besides having girls swoon over me at will) and validates everything I've learned and grown to be since finding the truths. I am thankful eternally for the experience and the man I've become because of it.TheCWord said:Isn't that the best feeling in the world? Knowing you can walk away from someone you once pedestalized is empowering - it lets you know that you can walk away from anyone.
I wonder how you scored with herDgwizdal said:Dated a playboy model for 5 years until she dumped me for being a AFC backsliding phaggot. We were damn close to gettin married until i went full beta retard. Haven't talked for about 2 years except for a few random flings when I was oneitised. Now it has been a solid year no contact, I'm banging her friends, am the f*ckin man, and she is coming back around perplexed by my DJness. She is tryin to get more involved in my social circle and I am a bit worried that I'm going to end up banging her and ruining her current relationship with an uber beta so I'm trying to keep her at arms length.
Not gana lie tho - the few encounters we've had she been bringing up the past HARD and trying to reestablish rapport on more than just a friend level. Zero validation, all well wishes, and all plutonic no f*cks given from me.
She is the one who drove me to the redpill and I am proud to say that I look at her no different than any other chick. In fact, it is an amazing experience to realize the difference from the before and after AFCness with the same girl. I can control this b*tch easier than any chick even tho she saw my full blown phaggotry years ago. Origional mission accomplished and now I could care less about having her.
Could care less but I'm assuming pretty good as shes more and more persistent. Her looks are starting to fade so I question her motives besides wanting a piece of the new guy she doesn't know anymore. Regardless, she just another chick that I don't need.JaegerPilot217 said:I wonder how you scored with her
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.
This post essentially gives me the greatest hope in my life. I'm am saving this and reading it over and over till my last breath.Dgwizdal said:Dated a playboy model for 5 years until she dumped me for being a AFC backsliding phaggot. We were damn close to gettin married until i went full beta retard. Haven't talked for about 2 years except for a few random flings when I was oneitised. Now it has been a solid year no contact, I'm banging her friends, am the f*ckin man, and she is coming back around perplexed by my DJness. She is tryin to get more involved in my social circle and I am a bit worried that I'm going to end up banging her and ruining her current relationship with an uber beta so I'm trying to keep her at arms length.
Not gana lie tho - the few encounters we've had she been bringing up the past HARD and trying to reestablish rapport on more than just a friend level. Zero validation, all well wishes, and all plutonic no f*cks given from me.
She is the one who drove me to the redpill and I am proud to say that I look at her no different than any other chick. In fact, it is an amazing experience to realize the difference from the before and after AFCness with the same girl. I can control this b*tch easier than any chick even tho she saw my full blown phaggotry years ago. Origional mission accomplished and now I could care less about having her.
reason why I find it hard to believe is because you said you were an AFC at the time, and the hotter, better looking a girl is, the higher level of game you need in order to pull her, attract herDgwizdal said:Could care less but I'm assuming pretty good as shes more and more persistent. Her looks are starting to fade so I question her motives besides wanting a piece of the new guy she doesn't know anymore. Regardless, she just another chick that I don't need.
Well I guess ill break it down for the hell of it since the office is dead.JaegerPilot217 said:reason why I find it hard to believe is because you said you were an AFC at the time, and the hotter, better looking a girl is, the higher level of game you need in order to pull her, attract her