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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
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.
no offense man, but any girl that gives out her # so often that she needs a card for it is a sl*t. hope you double bagged it.I once had a girl give me her business card, and on the back side, stamped in yellow ink (which I couldn't see in the club; I saw it the next day), was the word YES. I thought it was pretty slick.
Believe me, bro, the same thought crossed my mind. I play safe anyway; but the more forward they are, the safer I tend to be.Originally posted by MindOverMatter
no offense man, but any girl that gives out her # so often that she needs a card for it is a sl*t. hope you double bagged it.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Originally posted by bullmoose
I once had a girl give me her business card, and on the back side, stamped in yellow ink (which I couldn't see in the club; I saw it the next day), was the word YES. I thought it was pretty slick.
My admin orders my cards for me when I need them, so I don't know the name of the printer; I'd imagine it's someone local here in Seattle. Go with heavy stock (anything other than white) and raised lettering. Don't be cheap, and don't get rainbows or American flags or any $#!+ like that. Your name, what you do, and how to reach you. You can get a couple hundred nice ones made up for fifty bucks.
I just had an associate give me a metal business card, on gold-colored metal. Looks trick. I can't imagine what they cost, though.
Something I've seen lately, and mostly in D.C., is a plain business card that just has your name and your phone / email; no mention of what you do or for whom. Personally, I think it's lame but it seems to be all the rage in the Adams Morgan scene. I've seen this in Europe, too. You might try something like this if you just want a "Pimp Card."
Hope this helps.