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.
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.
Gotta disagree with you on this one; Grad level stats class here behind my belt too.Rollo Tomassi said:41-70 was my count, but bear in mind that you're going to skew your results with 30 point jumps like this. You've got a 20 point jump between 21-40 and the higher you go, the bigger the statistical variance. I understand your logic, but you might want to rethink your ranges. My actual tally is 43 (or at least thats where I lose count), but there's a whole world of difference between that and 70 partners. Also, age is going to statistically skew your results too.
Quality over quantity? That doesn't really apply here. The idea of this place is to enable men to be sexually satisfied. You can either be satisfied by being in a LTR or simply dating around.Broham said:This is the dumbest poll ever.
What ever happened to quality over quantity?
Numbers mean sh*t if most of your lays are hb1-5, unless you find Dorito rolls and lazy eyes attractive.
I bet the numbers would be much lower if the criteria was hb7+.
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.
I also voted "0". Couldn't help myself...penkitten said:sadly, i voted zero for a good excuse.
# of lays is like bench, people always round upMavrick said:It's about the quality of women you are obtaining, not the quantity.
I've got quantity, but yet to find quality.
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.
Thats basically what I said in the first page.MacAvoy said:I honestly don't know. I stopped trying to count at 30. I stopped counting because I realized that it was just a stupid number and made no impact on my life. I honestly have no clue where I am at. By the time I got that far, I had enough skills that it didn't matter.
LOL quoting myselfMaxtro said:Going back to my earlier point. Once a man has hit 20 he pretty much knows what he is doing. The only thing preventing himself from getting more women is a lack of desire. If he wanted to have a high body count, the he would, obviously it is not his skills or lack thereof that is holding him back.
I come from the same school of thought. I value my privacy to the nth degreee.guru1000 said:I refuse to answer on grounds that one day it might become incriminating.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
My thoughts exactly.Maxtro said:LOL what are you guys afraid of? That somehow somebody will figure out who you are by your handle? Then they somehow figure out what vote you picked from an anonymous poll? And even if all that happened how can you be incriminated?
"Honey, I found out"
"Found what out"
'When you told me that you were only with 3 girls, you lied to me"
"Huh what"
"I hacked the Sosuave board and found out that you voted that you were with 40-50 women. I hate you!"
"Curse you Sosuave and your polls! If only I hadn't voted!"
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.