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.
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.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
ThisMikeBrown30 said:I would have to be so drunk, that I couldn't see anything closer than an inch to my face. Your friend's a fag.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
That's a good point.horaholic said:If he was THAT drunk, he wouldnt have been able to get it up... especially for a dude. He's gay or bi, plain and simple. there aint enough booze in the WORLD, to make me do something like that.
He said he fvcked his male friend. he didnt come up to the op with a gun in his hand and screaming "Where the fvck is Steve? Im gonna kill him. he raped me up the ass last night."TyTe`EyEz said:That isn't something you go around telling people; your friend must really trust you. There's always the possibility that he passed out and was ass raped...?
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.
Doesn't sound like it....TyTe`EyEz said:That isn't something you go around telling people; your friend must really trust you. There's always the possibility that he passed out and was ass raped...?
He was the one doing the fvcking, otherwise he would say "he got fvcked".Alle_Gory said:A buddy of mine made the drunken mistake of telling me he just fvcked one of his friends. Who is a guy.
Son of anarchy said:Whats wrong with that as long as its he to be the man?
I sometimes fvck young femine guys in threesomes with their gfs and i see nothing to be shamefull about.
Getting fvcked from a woman using a dildo thats bad cause you're doing the female there.
He told me he had a sh*tload to drink, over at his buddy's place after going out with a group. Then he tells me the next things he remembers is going into the shower to fvck the guy. "it was like a dream".DJDamage said:He was the one doing the fvcking, otherwise he would say "he got fvcked".
No he isn't. It's forced with the ladies. At first I pegged him as an AFC because of his behavior. He's not too bad though, like your typical AFC.My question is: Is your friend any good with the ladies?! or he just like most guys out there just gets "lucky" from time to time?! or have you in fact seen him with any ladies?!
I could care less which way he swings. See, unlike most people, I actually give a sh*t about what's happening and try to understand instead of wearing my ignorance as a badge of honor.Son of anarchy said:Whats wrong with that as long as its he to be the man?
Let me see if I understand this. Doing the fvcking is good. Getting fvcked is bad. So women, because they get fvcked are lesser creatures than guys who do the fvcking. Same with gay couples whenever they play the masculine, feminine roles.Getting fvcked from a woman using a dildo thats bad cause you're doing the female there.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.