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.
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.
Henley Regatta, in my experience, is not too good. The women tend to be either very loud sloaney women with huge rugby playing boyfriends, or local slappers from Maidenhead tottering about in miniskirts - similar to Royal Ascot really. You do get some incredibly attractive women at events in the 'season' (Henley, Ascot, Guards Polo, Glyndebourne etc) but they are usually in big unsociable groups. I find smaller, low key events much better.Originally posted by EternalBachelor
Henley Royal Regatta. I think I would be a little bit out of place there. I got the impression it was full of Old Etonians, rowers from Oxbridge etc.
Austin how would you recommend I go about meeting girls in gyms? I work out a lot and the gym is full of very nice looking girls in good shape. What is the best way to establish rapport as girls are often very sensitive in the gym as they are sweating and usually not wearing very much. I have tried asking them about their training goals etc. but got brushed off more often than not.
AMF. I think especially at university, bar/club pickups offer a lot of potential, as it one of the few places where (with the help of alcohol) girls can loosen up (although it does make some girls ver rude).
My skills at clubs and bars are near non-existent so I would welcome anyones advice on playing the club/bar scene in the UK
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Yeah the direct approach sometimes works wonders. But don't be surprised if someone called 'Darren' answers the phone and threatens to 'do you for talking to his bird' or something...!Originally posted by SuperFlex
I had good luck in a bar last night.
Went out for my friends birthday and got ****faced in a weatherspoons bar. Then we went to another bar that's open until later. A hb8 walked passed, i got EC and a smile.
Waved at her, and motioned for her to come over. She came and i started a conversation. Then i handed her my phone, and she put her number and name in. Then she started sucking on my face.
Originally posted by EternalBachelor
Henley Royal Regatta. I think I would be a little bit out of place there. I got the impression it was full of Old Etonians, rowers from Oxbridge etc.
Nah, not really, there is insidethe enclosure but elsewhere.
although I will be there on several of the days, ill be the one surrounded by the women.Originally posted by Austin Allegro
Henley Regatta, in my experience, is not too good. The women tend to be either very loud sloaney women with huge rugby playing boyfriends, or local slappers from Maidenhead tottering about in miniskirts - similar to Royal Ascot really. You do get some incredibly attractive women at events in the 'season' (Henley, Ascot, Guards Polo, Glyndebourne etc) but they are usually in big unsociable groups. I find smaller, low key events much better.
Find a posh friend who can get tickets inside the enclosures, like Leander and the Stewards, make sure you come smart. The local slappers are the ones sitting on the river banks outside and standing on the bridge.
The sloaney women are easy to avoid.
Just go to a champagne tent somewhere and you will find attractive women, if they are in big groups, its reasonably easy to break into, but i tend to find they turn up in about fours inside the enlosure and places, because thats all a single mate can get tickets for guests for.
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.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Sent her a text message today but no reply, yet, hope i get one soon.Originally posted by SuperFlex
A hb8 walked passed, i got EC and a smile.
Waved at her, and motioned for her to come over. She came and i started a conversation. Then i handed her my phone, and she put her number and name in. Then she started sucking on my face.
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.