Ah Goddamnit! I was so busy today I didn't have time...It's getting on to day six. I HAVE to call her tommorrow...Originally posted by RBB
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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.
Ah Goddamnit! I was so busy today I didn't have time...It's getting on to day six. I HAVE to call her tommorrow...Originally posted by RBB
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Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Yeah, might be a good idea, you really should have called her today or yesterday, but, if she still seems interested on the phone, then whatever works, works!Originally posted by nishbuk
Ah Goddamnit! I was so busy today I didn't have time...It's getting on to day six. I HAVE to call her tommorrow...
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.
Woah... Hold up. Maybe it's all this green tea I'm drinking but I see another side to this incident. You may wanna look into it, but it looks like a little power struggle. You "tell" her that she's gonna go for coffee to earn it, she then comes back by saying "Yeah, but under my terms. It's gonna be tuesday". What a rebelious little one you have on your hands! I'm sure in the end she'll cave in to you with all your c+f qualities dictating the play, but for now she could be testing you.Originally posted by nishbuk
On another note, I called the cold approach number that I got on tuesday, and I asked her to coffee on tuesday. This one is teetering on the edge I think, because I'm pretty sure that she may not know that this is date. See, what happened, was that she just happens to be in a class that I took last year, so I offered to show her the work that I have. When I called her, I guess my "finesse" style my not have been direct enough. I said:
"Hey, what's up. (Small tak etc. for about 20 seconds).
"So you need my work from last year, right? (playfully) Well, I'll give them to you, but first we go out for a cup of coffee together."
She said she was too busy this week for thursday, which is understandable, and she offered to go out on tuesday of next. So okay, I accepted, but I'm pretty sure not to expect anything from this.
At the very least, I'm going to make sure she understands that I'm asking her out at coffee. We'll see how it goes.
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.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
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.