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.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
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 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.
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.
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
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.
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