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.
But it's true, you better stick with the not fat ones. Women look at who you hang out with and if they fit with the "type" you have around you.kingsam said:although there is the small amount of fatties who are used as "designmated ugly fat friends" by groups of hotties....
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Hot girls love to take "designated ugly fat friends" to the club because then all the guys attention will be on themselves.although there is the small amount of fatties who are used as "designmated ugly fat friends" by groups of hotties....
Lol, I like BigJimbo's gimmick, it's funny.The majority of American girls and a massive percentage of British females are pigs. Good luck if you don't like them fat...er...thick.
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.
sooooo true.SandHawk said:Trust me, you want friends that don't have a crush on you and that are at least a 7 on the hotness scale. I have a very good friend, who's very close to me from my AFC days, and she's both kinda fat and ugly, and I'm suspecting her to have a secret crush on me.
You don't want to be dealing with that sort of sh*t, as they'll constantly c*ckblock you when you're scoring chicks(unless you hook them up with someone else first), they tend to cling onto you, trying to eat as much of your time so you can't get laid. They'll deny it, yet they try to gobble you up and change you, manipulate you, lie to you or about you. Just drop her.