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 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.
STOP hitting the keyboard with your cane Atom! Come on..... we can't understand you :crackup:Atom Smasher said:Well, because ***** the **** and ***of the ******.
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.
No, no... It was the drooling on the keyboard...JohnChops said:STOP hitting the keyboard with your cane Atom! Come on..... we can't understand you :crackup:
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.
Now if hot women were clingy, I'd be fine with that :crackup:Trump said:I think the HB are attracted to jerks because they can protect them, and they all want to feel secure. But after a while their explosiveness gets tiresome and the girl moves on.
The nice guy usually has the money so the feeling from her end is "let's marry this sucker."
Whats worked for me is being sincere and not being too happy to be there, everyone wants to see how desperate you are, how many options you have.
Got to say never heard of a hot clingy woman.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Yessir... 100%. They'll even complain that guys are too nice and accommodating (low interest, friend zone) - while simultaneously complaining that the jerks don't care and treat them like **** (high interest, pursuing, seeking approval, and / or dumped and heart-broken). If you follow what they say they want, and / or assume things based on their complaining, and act like the nice guy - you're going to get rejected and fz'd too. That is, before they act all crazy and try to replay their past chaotic relationships with you (see: its what they respond to).Mike32ct said:Hot women get so many guys being extra nice to them that sometimes only the a$shole stands out.
I knew a guy that used to yell at girls and call them psycho b&tch to their faces. He always had a HB8 gf.