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The paperback is like 450 pages, so the audio version must be nothing compared. Get the paperback and do the excercises.Mindgamez said:NDJ it's 1h30 long![]()
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.
The paperback is like 450 pages, so the audio version must be nothing compared. Get the paperback and do the excercises.Mindgamez said:NDJ it's 1h30 long![]()
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.
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.
Hey man. That girl sucks for taking a stab at you like that, but there's always a kernel of truth in every criticism that really hurts. It seems like this one stung.Mindgamez said:Frizzy hair HB7 told me during class : Hey, are you going to be mature someday? My friends behind me said : Ohhhh! Ouch... Their remark kind of threw me off track. I couldn't smile. I forced it and said : Well, if you mean to stop teasing you well, I won't. I thought about it and she's not my type. She's too serious, has very low patience and gets annoyed or mad easily.
Cheers. That helped me.LearningSlowly said:Hey man. That girl sucks for taking a stab at you like that, but there's always a kernel of truth in every criticism that really hurts. It seems like this one stung.
Maturity comes from directness about your feeling. You're touching girls, which is great, and exactly what you should be practicing, but it's coming from this kindergarten-crush sort of zone. You tease them, and are coming from a sexual place, but you refuse to allow your sexuality through, and are therefore incongruent. Your teasing, which seems to be childish, and have no adult sexuality to it, becomes annoying.
I hope that helps some.
It's not easy to become more sexual with girls you already know, you'll only mess it up. Cold approach to get some new girls to practice with, and be ready to take advantage of a new school next year.
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.
shiit That's what it must be. Girl is showing great attraction then she's like "oh i gotta listen to my music now" and just sticks in her head phones. I should have said something, but instead i look at her stupidly and walk away. definitely a **** test..Jack Wealthy said:Nearly every behaviour you mentioned and questioned was a **** test. Examples: "she tried to isolate me at times and she wanted me to take the subway with her and go to her direction. We were going different directions... I'm not that needy and she's not pretty."
You passed. You did what you want.
"I patted her shoulder, said hi. She quickly looked at me, made a 0.3 second eye contact, and then she continued talking to her friend. Claudia never does that. I think she did the same some days ago. She could at least say hi politely, but she just ignored me completely. I just walked off."
You failed. You should have cut in. If you think it is rude, SAY SOMETHING.
Literally this exact thing happened to me with this chick called HBHot last week. I said "HEY! HEY! Are you ignoring me?" (It was a question but I didn't curl my sentence up at all) She said no. I said "Because you're f*cking **** at it." She laughed.
Notice how I passed? I did what I wanted to do, despite her reaction. Unless it is a severe negative reaction then she wants you. Assume attraction.
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.
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.