Finally made it up to the unit I rented in another state.I swear its all 7-10 women walking around.Did a solid week of meeting girls.Whats even better is that there seems to be more women then men.I'll post a field report later
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
Originally posted by hithard
Finally made it up to the unit I rented in another state.I swear its all 7-10 women walking around.Did a solid week of meeting girls.Whats even better is that there seems to be more women then men.I'll post a field report later
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
Male to female ratio is SOOOO important. If there are 7-10 males for each female, the biatches are having a fugging smorgasbord. They can be PICKY as hell, use men like toilet paper, and blow guys off no problem. For the loss of one is the gain of 9 others to take his place. And it makes the dating scene HELL for even the best DJ. All he has to do is leave for the toilet, and there are three creeps sending her drinks, and lighting her cigarettes. Her cell rings off the hook, and she is never at a loss for male companionship. A man is as expendible as a toothpick.Originally posted by hithard
Finally made it up to the unit I rented in another state.I swear its all 7-10 women walking around.Did a solid week of meeting girls.Whats even better is that there seems to be more women then men.I'll post a field report later