You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
I didn't really like her personality either. My thoughts are that she might be good for a quick bang if I'm ever in the need.Originally posted by dragonrb
Take this as you want, it's just my opinion.
I think picking up girls online is too easy. And in my experience, when I get things too easily, the enjoyment of them doesn't last very long.
As for this particular girl, she seems extremely shallow. The only thing she seems to be interested in is what kind of car you drive or how much money you make. And finally, her intelligence seems to be rather diminished based on my analysis of the way she communicated in the IM transaction.
Though not exactly the same thing, her question about which car you drive reminded me of this scene from the movie "Swingers," where the AFC finally musters up the courage to approach a hot girl at a party, to which he is shot down immediately by her question: "what kind of car do you drive?"
That being said, if you manage to get this girl, you should exploit her for her money. She's apparently loaded anyways.
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.