"Nervous Around Beautiful Women? There's a Rule for 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.
then why the f*ck you still post on here dumb f*ck.
Just because you're black, doesn't mean you're better than me.
Come down to where I'm at and we'll make you a real "nigga".
"How I Made Sure No Woman Ever Friend-Zoned Me Again"
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.
like 2 years ago i had a friend who was 17 hes 19 now....but by the time he was 17 he had probably ****ed around 10 girls....is surprising at first, but not like "omg thats bull****"...and i know he wasnt telling bull****, cause every party i saw him at he ended up laying some girl
Wish I'd read that before answering... I'm a slut.
"So, What Do You Do for Fun?"
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
I've banged 2 girls at 19 years old, but if you want to count head, that's a whole different story. I tend to take head over pu$$y any day of the week. I'm going out tonight, we'll see if I can make it 3.
Oh right... I voted before you said oral sex is included ;\
meh, now I know that, I'm probably near 19-20. 11 of which I've screwed.
How many have been good? thats a different story. I'd say 95 percent of women cant give good head. and 99% cant give even a half decent handjob. Why the hell do they wanna do that anyway? dont they understand we have our own technique and hand? Use the lips ;\
Do you folks wonder "what if a guy like me keeps score after having sex with my future daughter or sister?" "what if my future daughter is just a number for some guy out there?"
3 since my 18th birthday (in january, first was in september of 2003).
1 of those 3 was a girlfriend.
1 was a friend of a friend who i ****ed twice in the car.
1 was a random girl i picked up at a club while drunk (this one was a 25 year old black girl. not a pretty sight. )
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
3 since my 18th birthday (in january, first was in september of 2003).
1 of those 3 was a girlfriend.
1 was a friend of a friend who i ****ed twice in the car.
1 was a random girl i picked up at a club while drunk (this one was a 25 year old black girl. not a pretty sight. )
It is quality and not quantity that matters most. Quality of not only what you banged, but also how you banged it as well. Indeed, how well. As for myself, I lost count.
We will have more on this story a little later in the program. And now a few words from our sponsor...
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You guys crack me up.
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
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