The Shocker
Senior Don Juan
The approach, plus the Art of Conversation.
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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Grand Wizzard Alamar said:This is where I'm at (this is complete BS):
Enter the Travels of Alamar, from sandy sun to barren wasteland, over hills of sweet emerald green grass growing. Across the horizon, fields and fields, oh endless fields or trees and beautiful flowers. I'll be damned if you don't spot at least 100 butterflies fluttering around in the sunlight. Journey through caves, cliffs, and caverns. Across river valleys, streams, brooks, lakes and forests of smooth moss, heaven-etched to the touch. Peace love and harmony await you at the end of the rainbow, for there is no pot of gold. But when you reach the end of the rainbow, you'll find YOURSELF.
I have begun my journey, for as an apprentice, as soon as you leave you have already proven you have what it takes to become a journeyman. I am a journeyman. There is no returning when you begin, and failure will track back in your steps. Even if failure brings you back to the start, you are still on the journey, always and forever.
I have traveled for a little over a week, and I have been proud of myself, but then again, depressed that I have so much missing, so much unfound and undone.
It was just yesterday that a single smile, a smile of great integrity, as I nodded from my bus window across two layers of glass, again, a smile of such great integrity that I forced an unseen smile back from myself, thinking to myself: I FEEL GOOD. Though I didn't expect that I would. But alas, this was a lingering light, drenched in falsehood.
Such a moment I would never forget, though she would lose all memory to ever regret.
Today was a good day, though I found depression through my achievements. The most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life, so shy, so pleasant. Well I say this truthfully and with no repentance, she smokes with annoying friends.
Though I initiated the initial step, my touch to her touch, so light, not much, not enough. A subtle smile, quick with low grade feeling. The shortest exchange of words, then she told me to step over her, and it was over.
My travels have proven successful, but arising more greif and despair as I go deeper into my feelings and into the feelings of others. Nobody actually likes me yet, I am depressed and saddened. When will I reach the next passage?
Screw ****, for in my journey I have a weapon like no other. What it is, do you wish to discover?
Do you?
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.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
They sure as hell do like it. I did a tie for a girl once, and she looked at me for ages (I was touching her neck, so I guess that's a hot spot)Grand Wizzard Alamar said:thanks guys, I'll try to suck less
I read the first 5 lessons in pooks 15 lessons, but thats all, so I think I'm really bad.
also that smile... she has so many fu**cking teeth, its horrible the one-itis that keeps me thinking about that. the best smile I've ever gotten.
so I'm really messed up right now I guess, Idk. I'm just letting all of the feeling out so i won't have any feeling when I take action...
I have self doubt and a malevolent case of oneitis. lol.
When you talk to girls that you already know, do they like kino and eye contact? I have no idea of what kind of kino would be good on girls...
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.