You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
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.
Befriend the jocks and football players, all chicks loves football players because it's a tough a sport and they're all brainwashed by MTV to think jocks are studs. DO GO TO PARTIES (especially the first few so you become friends with those kids), HAVE A SOCIAL LIFE and make sure you're cool. (Play sports, funny, goodlookin/dressed and social/outgoing.) If you can't do those then don't complain when ur stuck with nerds.dave007 said:ok...I am sure all you guys wanted to set this part of your highschool life right...but still i feel we must dicuss this topic in detail and find a solution..
doesn't high school suck?Bling said:Hate to be a prick, but you won't ever be popular. I remember walking in my freshman year thinking I was going to be so loud, and so confident. I was going to be popular, I was going to **** so many girls. Was I loud and confident? Yes. Did I become popular or **** so many girls? No. I was annoying and still the same virgin I am today at 17. You won't ever **** the hottest girl. Sorry. That's how high school is. From day one, you have a glass ceiling. Very, very, very few can actually break it. The way to be popular is to **** the hottest girl (what do you have to offer to get her to look your way?), be the hottest guy (pure genetics), score TDs (pure genetics- and probably only baseball or basketball players get some sort of attention. Otherwise sports don't get you ****ed.), or have something so ****ing special about yourself that everybody wants to get to know you like being the governor's son or something. Even then, the popular life is pretty overrated. It's full of annoying suckups, drugs, alcohol (I'm not saying they're bad that's your decision, I'm saying you have to do them to maintain the popularity), and people that don't give a **** about you. Strive to be happy with people that want to be with you for who you are. I know that's straight out of the parent handbook, but trust me, people will notice and you will gain some sort of popularity from it. Not trying to be popular and accepting who you are will help you be more popular.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
Yup I agree for the most part. I think u can get popular though. Just hang out with the same kids do all their **** go to parties, etc. I know a girl who's hella smart, all that, always had the attitude, always had confidence, all she did was throw a party at her house. It was right after exams too, so that probably helped.Bling said:Hate to be a prick, but you won't ever be popular. I remember walking in my freshman year thinking I was going to be so loud, and so confident. I was going to be popular, I was going to **** so many girls. Was I loud and confident? Yes. Did I become popular or **** so many girls? No. I was annoying and still the same virgin I am today at 17. You won't ever **** the hottest girl. Sorry. That's how high school is. From day one, you have a glass ceiling. Very, very, very few can actually break it. The way to be popular is to **** the hottest girl (what do you have to offer to get her to look your way?), be the hottest guy (pure genetics), score TDs (pure genetics- and probably only baseball or basketball players get some sort of attention. Otherwise sports don't get you ****ed.), or have something so ****ing special about yourself that everybody wants to get to know you like being the governor's son or something. Even then, the popular life is pretty overrated. It's full of annoying suckups, drugs, alcohol (I'm not saying they're bad that's your decision, I'm saying you have to do them to maintain the popularity), and people that don't give a **** about you. Strive to be happy with people that want to be with you for who you are. I know that's straight out of the parent handbook, but trust me, people will notice and you will gain some sort of popularity from it. Not trying to be popular and accepting who you are will help you be more popular.
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.
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.