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 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.
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.
Was too bust watching Breaking Bad at the time.San Jose California said:Uh, guys, this thread is getting dangerously close to the amount of replies my thread has, that i made about Breaking Bad, 5 months ago... not fair
http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=185985
Serialized3 said:skyler is hot for a 40something chick
I don't know, the scene where Jesse comes to terms that he's the bad guy selling meth to the people in rehab was pretty intense.San Jose California said:I thought it was pretty gay, how, when Jesse was at the drug meeting where Gus handed him a gun, and Jesse made coffee, how after Jesse finished smoking the cigarette outside, he dropped it on the ground and then put it out with his foot. I mean, dude, this is a meth meeting, none of gus's henchmen security guards are gonna care about not being pollution friendly, and he's around a bunch of dirt so nothing will ignite because of the cigarette. He should flicked it a good distance or something and looked cool, considering this.
That scene is rather crappy, right up there with "if you could kill me... I'd already be dead!"
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.