She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Especially the 'tards. :rock: Siamese twins would be the pinnacle!diplomatic_lies said:Even the tards???