You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
I hear you but sometimes you do need to know how to defend yourself....there are some haters out there. Although I would like to know how this guy brings on getting beat up so much. And I hope he doesn't try sayin because i nail other dudes chicks. because half my crew does that. unless he's from bensonhurst. then he needs to raise the bar and get out of the gutter.everywomanshero said:Why do you keep getting into fights? The answer isn't to spend the next decade training like a UFC fighter. That's very childish thinking.
The kind of people who feel so powerless in life that they resort to fighting are not worth worrying about. They live in trailors, watch wrestling all day, and take it up the poop shoot in prisons. Unless you plan on living in a trailor park this shouldn't even be coming up. I laugh when I run into these kind of people because it's just so funny how insecure and powerless they really are. While everyone else is driving around in new cars, hot chicks, nice vacations, and such, these jokers are stewing with envy over cheap pizza, some 400lb toothless chic, and beer.
Its important to be able to defend yourself and those you love, training in stuff like bjj should be part of everyones lifestyle imo. This doesn't mean to go out and be some idiot getting into fights, basically its just training for when all the avoidance stuff doesn't work.everywomanshero said:Why do you keep getting into fights? The answer isn't to spend the next decade training like a UFC fighter. That's very childish thinking.
The kind of people who feel so powerless in life that they resort to fighting are not worth worrying about. They live in trailors, watch wrestling all day, and take it up the poop shoot in prisons. Unless you plan on living in a trailor park this shouldn't even be coming up. I laugh when I run into these kind of people because it's just so funny how insecure and powerless they really are. While everyone else is driving around in new cars, hot chicks, nice vacations, and such, these jokers are stewing with envy over cheap pizza, some 400lb toothless chic, and beer.
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 need to stop being associated with drug dealersStéphane said:Well the first time was because I hooked up with a chick this other guy wanted, he waitted that I stepped outside to beat the f*ck out of me. The other time was really messed up, my friend had a drug dealer past, and I didn't really think much of it.
He got a call from his brother, saying that someone rated him out to the cops, and they were at his door steps. He said yeah yeah, if I end up in jail you come visit me brother. He closed his cell phone, and tried to kill me.
The 3rd time was even scarier. This chick had a drug dealer boyfriend in prison, and she was telling me all her issues. After a while I just wanted to get rid of her, but she kept coming back. She even added me on msn, stupid me added her. She was like you saw that other guy that hooked up with me he's getting murdered, I was like what? She was like yeah murdered, I was like I don't want to talk to you anymore your crazy.
I deleted, blocked, and stopped all contact.
Be careful with who you associate with.
Stéphane said:The world is a scary place, I already got heavilly beat up twice what's the best self defence course in order to defend myself. I guess guys want to fight with me, because i'm a threat.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.