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.
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.
"With success comes confidence."oakraiderz2 said:Yea, i need some help as well. I have opportunities but im too nervous to do anything. I cant JUST DO it, i dont know what it is. I guess peoples opinions matter to much to me, even though i know they shouldnt.
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.
the 4 pickups are great. especially liked the drunken kamikaze hookup in #3Oxide said:1. Flirted in class, made a little fun of her. She asked me for my number. Called her when was drunk with friends, she drove over, took her to my room "for a massage"
2. Met her at a college bar, interrupted the conversation she was having with some dork, flirted shamelessly, told her i will be back, saw her later, got her number, called her couple of days later, went out for drinks, then to my place to listen to music.
3. She was standing outside of a bar, with the biggest rack I could see with my drunk eyes. I walked up and just kept talking naughty things until she was biting my lips. Then I suggested we get a cab right home..asked her if it was cool to go to her place...
4. Met her at the house party, joked around with her, told her we can go to the bar later, she needed to get her id from her place. We get there and it's locked, so I told her she should just come with me and check out my music collection.
I usually fluctuate between liking picking up girls in class and not liking it.
The way I'd go about it is go sit with next to a cute girl the very first day. People are like sheep - they will sit in the same spot the whole semester (or if there is a sitting chart). Sit next to her, joke a bit, let her warm up. Then go for it - I have been rejected a lot like 2 years ago. I had 3 girls in the same class say no, it was pretty funny. If someone has better class game let's hear it.
House parties - it is all about talking to these girls, and playing push- pull. One of the best in the game told me its all about micro management - push pulling.
Example:
"God, you are such a dork... but I still love you"
"Yeah you are pretty stupid... but I think you are still smarter than most"
In my experience, that works.. but then again I get "wow, ive never met anyone like you before, you are nuts!" pretty often
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.
trust me dude, the problem is not that. I think it is all about our own insecurity - take the girls from classes that you had any friction with (without even trying to hook up), anytime you see them in the hallway you'll go "errrrrrrrr"but I don't like to do pick ups in classes because if you get rejected or even if you don't and things go wrong down the line, it just becomes awkward. Large lectures are the exception since you can easily avoid someone.
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.