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.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Bible_Belt said:"Educational material" is about the highest profit margin commodity to sell. It costs next to nothing to produce and the price is whatever people will pay. Big profits attract big sleaze. Anyone trying to sell you a book or cd about how to do something - invest in real estate, play stock market, bet on horses, or pick up girls - should be viewed with caution.
Lol, I remember that guy, he rented yachts and private jets and had his name painted on them, shot the video, then erased his name. And you'd think somebody would've thought it funny that an obviously Hispanic guy has the last name "McCorkle". He and his wife deserve to be in jail for the way they ripped people off. Damn crooks.Bible_Belt said:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_J._McCorkle
I bought and worked this guy's real estate foreclosure system in the 90's before the Feds busted him. I probably put more effort into it than 99% of the people who ordered it, and I made just about the sum of money back that I paid to McCorkle.
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.