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.
Good call. The only one who is getting overly dramatic about this is you, Christz. We'll find out when the time comes. As for now, you've put your piece out there and when, if ever, Black_Italian responds - then we'll know.
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.
deejay, your not asking me questions because the answer to all of your questions are devils advocate.. the answers can go both ways which is why i'm not answering them and its clear what way your leaning against.. however your the only one here who seems to belive whole heartidly that B-I is telling the gods honest truth..
he will never respond.. because he knows he's caught how embarrasing would it be to admit you were wrong? i know i wouldn't
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.
uhhh Deejay.. i think you made a little typo there when did i say have a picture of you and toya together? i said Black-italian.. and never did i say you..
I'm not leaning anyway. I told you I do believe you could be right. I also believe that B-I could be right. You do have some evidence to prove that he is lying. However I ask these questions as if we were at court not trying to favor one side. Listen again I’m not defending anyone or attacking anyone. In fact I haven't made my decision on whether or not he is a liar. I am just staying neutral and talking about the facts and claims. If someone claimed that you were a liar about something else and was in somewhat of the same situation I would do the same. And no I haven't lied about any of what I have posted.
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.
well go look at my pics I posted..
You actually know the girl? Hah - what, because you spoke to her a few times online? Get real. The internet does not count. Ever.
True....but maybe he should of thought of exposing himself here asl well.
I totally agree
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.
take what you will, the whole cam/blogger scene was composed of people who knew each other via the net and through a series of blog sites it was an online community we knew each other as people, some met up with others and others didn't.
HAH i knew those pics were out there somewhere.. all his pics of toya are out there somewhere
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.