She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
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.
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!!!!
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.
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.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing 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![]()
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.