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 already said I'm waiting for a 100% clear signal she wants to be asked out. So far nothing has been 100%. I believe if I wait until it's closer to valentines day it'll put pressure on her to do something so she will or will not give better signals.
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.
This chick is obviously something less than a 5 because this idiot f*ck thinks that has has zero else going on in her life and will have no other men trying to holla at her in the next two months.
I don't understand the hostility. I am following the advice of making the girl chase. Which I believe you have mentioned before numerous time. As for other guys hollaring at her I do not think there are as I have not heard anything. And she is close to a 8 9 or 10. Tall skinny and of european descent. I have picture but I'm not going to post it. Really you guys sound like hypocrites with bad or no advice.
Because you're f*cking up the board with troll bullsh*t.
Chicks don't span two f*cking points on the hot babe 10 point rating scale. spectrum.
And would you know? Are you the creepy, needy, stalker dude in her life? As far as you she might have been getting triple penetrated over the weekend.
Because you don't have a picture.
Nailed it.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
That's because she isn't hot, you don't have one, or she doesn't exist.
You were given advice and when you were given said advice, you had nerve enough to ridicule and argue about the advice that members on this board took time out of their lives to give you. The Don Juans are not here to aid and abet your beta male faggotry. If you want people to give you aid and comfort in your b*tchassnees, then go and register at http://www.loveshack.org/ They'll be more than happy to accommodate you.
Dude, nobody cares about this figment of your imagination that you're talking about. As a matter of fact this thread should be locked.
You were given real advice. You were told to ask her out. Instead, you're making excuses and you're waiting for her to take her clothes off in front of you or some 5hit.
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.