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.
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.
I think 98% of women are retarded.What do you guys think?
Probably because he's tired and changes speed and direction to get out of cramps/soreness."He never does anything for a really long time," she explains. "Like if he's going down on me, he often changes the pressure, direction and style."
UH HUH. And that's why 90% of the article was about being in bed.while good motor skills don't go unnoticed, often it has more to do with what he does when you're not in bed together.
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.
Another Freakin' priceless truth, and testament to women's insane need to create a vice out of a man's prior virtue.Mr. Me said:"We had this amazing sex in my room, and afterwards, I went downstairs. When I came back up a while later to see what he was doing, he had cleaned my entire bedroom!"
Sure, she loves that anal neat freak now, but here's how it ends up down the road:
"On November 13, Felix Unger was asked to remove himself from his place of residence. That request came from his wife."