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.
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.
One of the unspoken fundamental assumptions of PUA advice is that a mans life is “meaningless” or “unsuccessful” if women don’t want to have ‘unpaid’ sex with him.
So here is a question:
What aspect of a womans willingness to have ‘unpaid’ sex makes it so meaningful?
It is the “having sex” part that makes everything else attached to it meaningful. So why keep on trying for ‘unpaid’ sex while denying yourself good sex.
Let me put it in another way.
How many of you will have sex with over 1,000 different women, all of whom are above average in looks?
Unless you are a famous guy or a very lucky PUA, it is unlikely you will ever reach 4 digits.
But if you are willing to buy sex… almost any guy with a decent job can suddenly bang over 1,000 different women in his life.
Think about it..
50 * 20 = 1,000
There are 52 weeks in a year..
Let’s say each woman costs you about 200$/hr.. Heck make that 300$/hr.. who cares?
Note- It is cheaper outside anglo-saxon countries.
Now even at 300$/hr, 1,000 women = 300 k, the price of a decent house in the suburbs in many parts of north america (principal + interest)
300k/ 20 = 15k/yr. So you could bang a different woman every week for the next 20 years with the same amount that will buy you a decent house. Think about it.. a different, and better than average, woman to suck your cøck properly + ride you like a crazed cowgirl + taking a nice pounding for every week of your life.. for the next 20 years. The median income of a guy with a useful undergrad degree from a state university (or better) is around 50k, if you have a job.
Or you could buy a nice house to keep your ‘new’ wife happy.. the same one who banged tons of bad boys and would not give you the time of day in her 20s. Maybe you will get a year or two of decent sex till she pops out some kids (hopefully yours).. and then you will be lucky to get it once a week, if she does not divorce and make you pay for the kids (hopefully yours) while she is getting hammered by a parade of bad boy. But who knows.. she might even stay around and nag you to death..
You want to slave for an ungrateful and rapidly aging woman? want to slave for social approval? want to slave for ungrateful kids? want to slave for an ungrateful employer?
For what?
You cannot take anything with you after you die. In the end, the only thing that matters is whether you enjoyed your existence, the way you saw fit.
Your choice.. I made my years ago, and still have ‘unpaid’ pussie on the side.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Gold, Rollo, gold.Rollo Tomassi said:My personal take on this goes as follows:
Buy a man a whøre and you get him laid for a night. Teach a man to sarge and you get him laid for a lifetime.
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.
Sounds like a fun place to be.corrector said:I would never pay for any "sex" with a hooker because, they either have spaces in their teeth and won't be using your money to fix them (i.e. will buy drugs instead of saving for a dental job), and they probably have drug marks all over their body with STDs.
Also I'm a Christian and this is a sin.
Would I pay to go to hell? No - that is absurd. Paying money to a prostitute is absurd. The devil uses prostitutes to bait people and lure them to hell.