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 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.
I have a few gay friends, and am patient with them. But, yes, it's called a perversion for a reason. On the bright side, all the more options for us DJs.No one is born gay. It's a mental disorder. Something is wrong with there brains...
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.
Again, it's an open forum (absent pissing off the mods). So all kinds will be here. I couldn't care any less about sexual orientation.Yeah while this thread is kind of OT, it is still interesting to note how many people on this site openly bash gays and promote intolerance. The level of ignorance and fear mongering is honestly pathetic. Gotta love the ones claiming not to hate gays, but insist on taking theirs rights and promoting intolerance of them. Right. Replace "gays" with "blacks" in some of the posts and you'll see quite an eerie connection. Did we go back in time half a century?
The most surprising part is how very few have spoken up against the extreme bigots that have posted. Perhaps the silent majority disagree? Who knows. But it's definitely a sad state of affairs that has changed my overall perspective on the type of people here.
To the contrary, sometimes the ugly truth can heard by listening very closely.If you don't like them, ignore them. I do it all the time.
Don't forgot their faggot parades. There's children that see that sh!t. Unacceptable.I could care less what two men or women want to do to each other. It is their personal business. Live and let live as others have said...
However, I hate the gay culture... I dislike the flamboyancy of it, their pride events which are less about actual pride and more about some absurd fetishization and perversions. I dislike how they obnoxiously promote their sexuality. I dislike the degree of political correctness that they try to promote, which leads to a large-scale loss of free speech. I dislike that simple tolerance of homosexuality is not enough, instead you must give resounding approval and endorsement or elses one is a "redneck" or a "homophobe". Most of all, I dislike the victim mentality I see in 90%+ of homosexual people that I have met.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
What a joke. You can't even compare black people and gays in the context of this thread.Yeah while this thread is kind of OT, it is still interesting to note how many people on this site openly bash gays and promote intolerance. The level of ignorance and fear mongering is honestly pathetic. Gotta love the ones claiming not to hate gays, but insist on taking theirs rights and promoting intolerance of them. Right. Replace "gays" with "blacks" in some of the posts and you'll see quite an eerie connection. Did we go back in time half a century?
The most surprising part is how very few have spoken up against the extreme bigots that have posted. Perhaps the silent majority disagree? Who knows. But it's definitely a sad state of affairs that has changed my overall perspective on the type of people here.
I believe there are two types of gay people:Yes, do you understand the concept of nature?
You are part of the Canadian liberal party aren't you? Go tell JT and his army of retards that Canadian parents have had enough of this sh1t and we are pushing back starting with Manitoba and ending with YOU.Certainly an eye opener, to think that educating kids about "individuality and differences" is paramount to being evil and sinister.
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.
Of course because that is the only diversity that matters.But only diversity targeted at whites of course.
And if course whites being proud or looking out for the interests of their own ethnicity is wrong a bad. But when others to it, totally cool.Of course because that is the only diversity that matters.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.