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.
There's a thread in the forum about colognes and alternatives. Personally I use custom blend oils, some naturalist stores carry them. They react differently to different body chemistries plus they can be mixed to make even more custom scents. They come in little vials but you literally use less than a drop (if it's of good quality). The best thing is that they are usually less than $10 a vial.
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.
Dumb elitists. We didn't get it all wrong in 1776 and 1812, did we?
As for my real colognes, I use Acqua di Gio, Ferrari Black, Jovan Musk, and Chaps by Ralph Lauren.Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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bewildered huh?
I want to know which Amish village you live in where 16 year old girls never get pregnant.
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.
america, land of the free , home of the brave
The teen pregnancy rate in the United States just for girls aged 15 to 17 is 48 out of every 1000. So for every 100 girls in this country, roughly 5 of them will get pregnant. That's a pretty big number. Add in the 0.6% of girls who will get pregnant at age 13 or 14 and the 13.6% of girls who will get pregnant at age 18 or 19... well, that's a whole lotta pregnant teenagers.
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.
He has been saying "anal" and similar phrases in everyy one of his 20 odd posts, him being "right" in THIS post is pure coincedence.... wait... *slaps himself*.. HOW ON EARTH CAN SAYING "anal" be right in any way with the context of this thread? *sigh*
yah , i noticed that too.Originally posted by ~ªêQµïTª$~
He has been saying "anal" and similar phrases in everyy one of his 20 odd posts, him being "right" in THIS post is pure coincedence.... wait... *slaps himself*.. HOW ON EARTH CAN SAYING "anal" be right in any way with the context of this thread? *sigh*
Laterz...
uh, we got owned in 1812.Originally posted by MetalFortress
Dumb elitists. We didn't get it all wrong in 1776 and 1812, did we?
If we means America, then you're wrong, because we would have gotten taken over again by Britain if we did. 1812 was more or less a stalemate, but at the same time a confirmation of American independence.
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.