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.
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.
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.
gasoline said:I can not even ask a woman for the time on the street![]()
for example, if i go out and ask 60 girls for the time in this month, will this reduce my anxiety at all?grow some balls and ask for the time.
come on, what the hell are you looking for?
the longer you sit on your ass and read books, the longer you wait until you achieve success. just go out and start asking for the time!!!!
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.
You have to build up to it. Practice just saying "hi" as you pass people. If there is one of those walking/biking trails, practice on one of those as the people tend to be friendlier there than on the street.
As you pass people try to look them in the face, if not the eye and just say "hi". It will get easier the more you do it. Try to get yourself in a good mood, think about things that truly make you happy. Smiling and saying "hi" you'd be surprised at how many people will be friendly back.
Once you get comfortable with that, start varying it "hi", "hello", "how's it going", "nice day", "good morning"
If you absolutely can't get over your fear than you might want to ask your doctor. There are anti-anxiety drugs. Just be mindful that you don't want to want to depend on them. Just enough to get you over the hump.
I wish it to happenAs you get comfortable looking at other people and saying something try to make small talk with those you have to interact with, like sales cashiers.
yes man I think it will reduce my anxiety alot when i do it with a wingfor what it's worth, I had to take a pickup bootcamp to start doing daygame, so I'm not trying to be a dikc. But there's no magic bullet here. You gotta do them. Find a wing and get him to push you.
I even have a fear of looking nervousBe very nervous. It's very difficult to talk to a woman.
What they have between their legs is the most amazing thing in the world that people kill for.
it's not as easy as you say because in our country you have lots of fears when you approch a girl for the sake of picking her upMooseGod said:DJ11, that reminds me of a toast my bud used to make... "Here's to panties...not the best thing in the world, but damn close to it."
Seriously though, pvssy is pvssy. Are you ever nervous after you poked a chick? Hell no, you want her to shut her trap and let you get on with your day.
Don't expect an outcome. Don't tell yourself "I've got to talk to this chick and get her number or I'm a failure." Because you will fail.
Just learn to bullsh!t with people. Not bullsh!t as in being fake or trying to pull something on them, but just learn how to carry on a conversation with strangers. You'll find that some people you click with, and some you don't. And guess what, as crazy as they may be, women are people too.
Once you get to that point, you can walk up to a girl and make some sort of relevant comment about damn near anything, and if she seems receptive, roll with it. If not, forget it.
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.
Oops, just noticed you're in Iran...I have no idea in that case...gasoline said:it's not as easy as you say because in our country you have lots of fears when you approch a girl for the sake of picking her up
i mean fvcking c0ckblockers and fvckin cops and many other![]()
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.