"I just moved here from Florida."

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.

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Back into the game..first field report

YoungHOV

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I recently broke up with my girlfriend because I'm pretty sure she had BPD and I was tired of her bull****, especially when I'm 3 hours away from her at school. She was super hot (HB9), especially for me, but no ***** is worth dealing with that much bull**** all the time.

Anyway, last night my friends had a house party so I went over there. There's some girls there, and I see one blonde cutie (HB7) talking to her friends next to me and a couple of my friends at their bar. I ask them if they're in a sorority, they ask me some basic ****, and the conversation ensues with my HB7 target:

Me: So what's your name?
HB7: Eliza (that's what I thought I heard because the music was so loud)
Me: Eliza?!
HB7: NOOO it's Alexa!!
Me: Oh good, I was going to say, I'd be embarrassed for you if your name was Eliza.

She gets a pouty look on her face, then she and her friends start lining up shots. She keeps looking at me throughout the night, but I ignore her and talk to her less attractive friends. Later she comes up to me and puts her hand on my arm several times and asks me to take a shot with her.

As the night progresses, this cycle continues, and they're getting ready to leave for another party. She gives me her number and makes sure to get mine by calling my phone. She keeps begging me to come with them to the party, but I say I'm staying. As their ride gets there and they're heading out the door, she says:

"YoungHOV PLEEEEEASE COME!!!"

I take one look at her, turn around, and walk downstairs to the party. I got a couple other numbers that night too, but it was nice to get your target at least a number close :rockon:

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"She's Out of Your League"

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.

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Tiguere

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Missing failed. Why didn't you go?
She was pretty liquored-up you probably threw away a night of animal sex
 

HolyG

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You're playing overly hard to get. You could have hooked up with her
 

Forty0ztoFreedom

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Haha . . Dude that sounds like something I would do and then kick myself later for. Playing it TOO cool.
 

YoungHOV

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I guess I should clarify-they were going to a different fraternity other than mine, so I wouldn't have been able to just go with them. I made this clear to her before she left but she was still begging me, what else was I supposed to do?
 

"Nervous Around Beautiful Women? There's a Rule for That"

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.

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