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.
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.
Dumbass. Two cyber slaps upside the head for your general pvssyness, and lame a$$ excuses.wutangfinancial said:I have had numerous girls say they want to be physically attracted to me, but they can't do it. They want to be my friends, and want to be in a relationship with me, but a taller, better looking me that arouses them.
who cares what a 90 year old grandma on a dating site thinks?ricorico said:
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
Well this is good.wutangfinancial said:I dunno. I go out in into the field constantly. I have no approach anxiety anymore. I can ask for a number without caring about the answer. That's more than a lot of guys. But I can't make a girl sexually attracted to me. Again, it might be something in my actions I'm just not aware. In any case, I don't know what else I can do. I kind of want somebody w/a lot of success to watch me and say what I did wrong. I wish this site had a video feature.
For real though, I'm NOT just sitting and feeling sorry for myself, even if my posts on here make it look like that. I'd be willing to video record myself in the field and let the masters tare me to pieces on my technique. No problem. Hows that for cajones?
Your anxiety is getting in the way of showing them your intellect, and your sad state gets in the way of your humor!! There is no way around this unless you take the pressure off of yourself "to get a girl"- it is only leading you to more depression!!! And the cycle continues!wutangfinancial said:Greatest strength? Intellect, ...BTW, my greatest weakness-depression. Anxiety. OCD. .
I can remember when that's happened to me too.wutangfinancial said:yep, even at 65, she still puts looks as her main priority. I get yelled at when I get real with people on here, but reality isn't all warm and mushy. If you're short and unnatractive, it just ain't gonna happen for you.
You cannot hate women for it. Hate your genetics, hate chance, but don't blame women, which is what most guys here do. It's not that women are trying to act too good for you. In a lot of cases, they want to be attracted to you. But you can't force physical attraction. I have had numerous girls say they want to be physically attracted to me, but they can't do it. They want to be my friends, and want to be in a relationship with me, but a taller, better looking me that arouses them.
And that's where this whole nice guys finish last stuff is misguided...being nice isn't a turn off. Being ugly is. Most ugly people are nice. Thus, when labeled a "nice" guy, it's a euphimism for sexually unnattractive. A mean ugly person will have no friends, and no girls.
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.
Like when a woman acts really shy and nervously touches herself when she's close to you because you radiate an aura of sexuality. Igniting her sexuality with your mere presence will excite her. That's something you want to stir in women.Interceptor said:Be the "sexual threat".
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.
So, in spite of your earlier proclamations to the contrary, you are now conceding, as obvious, “Women always prefer the more handsome, masculine man”?SickAgain said:Half of what you're saying is wrong, the other half you're just stating the obvious. I'll break it down by paragraph: 1-O 2-W 3-W 4-W 5-O.
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.