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.
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.
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.
Nor would he need to have been but he never got over 15lbs above contest weight and was in pretty good aerobic condition.Originally posted by bigforearms
If you've been physically active, you can get into HIIT. In fact, if you want to be good at football, basketball, etc., you should already be doing it.
27 year old bodybuilders aren't exactly the pinnacle of cardio-vascular athletes.
Even more reason not to rush into HIIT.Originally posted by heteropedro
Im over weight hows that.
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.
WRONG... I was over 200 pounds as a 14 year old (not sure how far over, but I was 235 when I started accutane and like 205 when I got off it, if I remember right), and weighed 265 as a 15 year old. I am now 225 and my baseball pants from 8th grade don't fit anymore because they are WAY too loose.Originally posted by OddTech
But on another note, you're 14. At your age, your metabolism should be high enough to keep you thin.
Originally posted by DJ IronGirevik
WRONG... I was over 200 pounds as a 14 year old (not sure how far over, but I was 235 when I started accutane and like 205 when I got off it, if I remember right), and weighed 265 as a 15 year old. I am now 225 and my baseball pants from 8th grade don't fit anymore because they are WAY too loose.
Dude, you're probably an exception then. When you were 14, how many overweight kids did you remember seeing? Not too many I presume. Most of the kids were waffle thin. Heck, everyone is running around, doing P.E., playing sports, whatnot. I must say that with the obesity epidemic nowadays, thin teenagers may be much rarer now.Originally posted by DJ IronGirevik
WRONG... I was over 200 pounds as a 14 year old (not sure how far over, but I was 235 when I started accutane and like 205 when I got off it, if I remember right), and weighed 265 as a 15 year old. I am now 225 and my baseball pants from 8th grade don't fit anymore because they are WAY too loose.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.