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.
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.
hahahahahahahahahahaha :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup:Darth said:Ohio State.
^ Yep ^SmoothTalker said:Choosing which school to go to based on the availability of hot chicks is moronic.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Dude, you're right about that football game, but there plenty of hot girls at OSU. Don't know where you're looking, but there are over 50,000 people...you can't have seen them all, loltoddlips said:hahahahahahahahahahaha :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup:
OSU sucks! Academics, people, hygiene, and especially girls. If you want a bland 5 or 6 I guess. But then you'll have to put up with their need to be triple teamed a night later.
The only thing OSU is good for is losing big football games.
St. Joseph's, in Patchogue, Long Island. Damn, are the girls there hot. Playboy material. I was there back in 2003. I'm not sure if it's still loaded with "porn queens" though, like it was when I visited the campus. Check it out.Jamal said:This may sound stupid but I am just curious to know which colleges in NY have the most hot girls because I just don't want to go to a college with all ugly chicks.