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.
The girls are good...you should have posted more pics with them.Originally posted by Aiken_Drum:
Here are my pics guys!
If there's any girls here, try to keep your hands in the keyboard allright?
First, this pic was taken BEFORE I started bb, about 2 years ago. What a DJ eh ??
http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Bari.jpg
Now, onto the body. Sorry for the quality, you can't see my face with this piss poor web cam. But it's the same as in the first pic... http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Ad1.jpg
For 50 bucks, which one is my fav exercise?
Deads!
http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Ad2.jpg
Looking good...
http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Ad3.jpg
http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Ad4.jpg
Yup, I squat.
Keep posting guys, we still need Soshyopate's, Don Juan's, D's & Viroid's...
EDIT: I weight 183 pounds in those pics (taken today) by the way.
[This message has been edited by Aiken_Drum (edited 10-01-2002).]
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.
Why do you have a nike logo on your head?
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.
Then why did you said it was you??
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.
You see Viroid? I'm hot, so don't complain about my ambiguously - hetero pics cause girls dig them
*tsk tsk* vain are we?Originally posted by Aiken_Drum:
I'm hot, so don't complain about my ambiguously - hetero pics cause girls dig them.
Sorry, I dont think I have any pics of myself with my shirt off posing.
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.