Hamurabimbi
Master Don Juan
Wish us luck!
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.
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.
Soma.Hah good luck man, Marina? Geary? SOMA?
Par for the coursePlace is prerry dead (early) But of course. Gay guy hits on me.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Cute girl dancing solo. Try to get my bud to damce with her. But he wont. Grrrrrr!!!
He doesn’t drino. She’s wiggling & shaking her A$$ in my face & smiling at me. But my MF friend is ignoring it.Say "Look guy! I'm buying you a shot, you're gonna pound that biitch, and go over there and dance with her!"
Just like how females use alcohol as an excuse to fulfill their "slutty" desires, get him to use alcohol to fuel his bad game. Something to blame it on, to ease his ego.
He doesn’t drino. She’s wiggling & shaking her A$$ in my face & smiling at me. But my MF friend is ignoring it.
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.
If I wrew single. I’d destroy her. Getting tempted as she kreps wiggling & smiling at me. Tried tobget my bud un here. But her refused.
SF tech dude.Lemme guess software engineer…
Ding ding dingSF tech dude.
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.
What gave it away? LmaoLemme guess software engineer…
Gotta be able to dance with her for sure…Say "Look guy! I'm buying you a shot, you're gonna pound that biitch, and go over there and dance with her!"
Just like how females use alcohol as an excuse to fulfill their "slutty" desires, get him to use alcohol to fuel his bad game. Something to blame it on, to ease his ego.
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.