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.
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.
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 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.
Why do you have a nike logo on your head?
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.
Then why did you said it was you??
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.
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.
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.