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.
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.
That's an interesting philosophy. Very wise for your age.DJ_Hero said:A joke only goes too far when you don't find it funny any more.
Probably looking back, although I never really cared. When I'm one on one with a girl I'm dating, I bust their balls a lot. I make offensive jokes (note: offensive in the sense that it'll illicit them hitting me on the shoulder or something with the remark "you're such an ass!", or they'll give me that face where its a mix between a shock and a grin... Not the kind of offensive jokes that socially retarded nerds make about the holocaust or whatnot), I poke fun at people in a good-natured way, my sense of humor is a cross between witty and ******* without going too far on either spectrum. Either they like it or they don't. If they don't, it's a pretty big turn off for me, so the last thing on my mind is me worrying about her interest level.piday314 said:Have you ever made a joke that was simply too offensive or pervy and you saw the women's IL seemingly plummet right before your eyes?
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.