Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
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.
Wow man. You saw a situation, evaluated it and made your move confidently. It took guts to approach a 3 set on a bench with b!tchshields full blast. You're really improving man, keep going!Bourne said:Me: Hi girls.I drove by a couple of times and I had to park and talk to you because I hate to let opportunities to pass me by. So I wanted to come over and say hi to you. I’m Bourne.
Excellent re-calibration here. I think this is what Mystery calls the disqualifier - so she has to work to regain your interest since your social value is currently higher than hers. :trouble:Bourne said:Me: Well we already established that you don’t like school. (playfully)
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.
Then start 1 too man. Come on dude. The field is where it's at. Don't be like the rest of the Keyboard jockeys wanting to sit here all day and prove how smart you are. Get out their man. Not every appoarch will be that bad you will learn something. Trust meMyWay said:Bourne, you are inspiring me...
That said, if you need any help with 3dmax...Well, I'm out of that game for a while, but I might have some usefull links for you (ie: blueprints of stuff and the best professional boards on the internet)
Not again.... Bourne you always get the number. Or you will be the 1 worried about her calling you. Alot of times women end up throwing the number away.Bourne said:Me: I decided against the job, so here is my number and when you are not busy and working give me a call because we should hang out.
HB7: Thank you.
Ok man, you are 100% right. From now on, it won't happen.Blackdragon5095 said:Overall good field report just don't give your number away to girls anymore !!!!!!!!
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.
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.