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.
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.
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.
Bible_Belt said:Joekerr, homeless guys make about $30-$50 per day flying a sign, at least in the Tampa Bay Area, ironically about the same amount of money that working the day labor pools pays. afoaf did his dissertation on the homeless; he dressed as one and spent a lot of time begging on street corners and meeting homeless guys. The ugly truth is that most of them are abusive alcoholics, crackheads, or mentally ill.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
Ha ha ha.Bible_Belt said:But then you will marry some chick you meet there who gets mental powers, too, and the two of you will have a little girl who can start fires with her mind.
Go gay. Tons of supposedly "straight" boys are doing it for the lifestyle and cash. Car, cash, trips, clothes, etc. It is one of the few things that you can do that is legal in America these days. At your age you can't drink (without breaking the law) in the USA, but you can get some guy's d*** and tongue shoved up your a-hole. Ain't freedom lovely? :cheer:X-ecution said:i'm only 20 bro. and i'm not in desperate need. but just looking for a way to make a little extra cash here and there to help me pay my bills.
i'm still in college so i'm not qualified to do much. but doing porn would really fvck with my relationship lol
meitenesrigas said:Go gay. Tons of supposedly "straight" boys are doing it for the lifestyle and cash. Car, cash, trips, clothes, etc. It is one of the few things that you can do that is legal in America these days. At your age you can't drink (without breaking the law) in the USA, but you can get some guy's d*** and tongue shoved up your a-hole. Ain't freedom lovely? :cheer:
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.