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.
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.
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.
hahaha! random.Berlex said:this has nothing to do with the original topic, but...I just realized I could have banged a hot asian chick two years ago...I found some old emails where she showed some pretty high interest levels, and a phone number....arrgghhhh![]()
You're a sick man......I like that!Centaurion said:I've boned a deaf chick once. She was damn good. My life-goal is to go through all of the invalids. Would be sweet.
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.
Everyone needs a little lovin'...ValleyDJing said:You're a sick man......I like that!![]()
did you have to talk to her in sign-language for a substantive number of hours first, or was it is a really fast easy lay?Centaurion said:I've boned a deaf chick once. She was damn good. My life-goal is to go through all of the invalids. Would be sweet.
Even the tards???Centaurion said:I've boned a deaf chick once. She was damn good. My life-goal is to go through all of the invalids. Would be sweet.
So that means you would bang Emo chicks, Goths, and fat chicks right... goodluck with that! oh and don't forget the ones with AIDS or other STDs!Centaurion said:I've boned a deaf chick once. She was damn good. My life-goal is to go through all of the invalids. Would be sweet.
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.
Especially the 'tards. :rock: Siamese twins would be the pinnacle!diplomatic_lies said:Even the tards???