PoppedCollars
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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.
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.
Are you a fool? Why do you want to get back with this emotionally unstable drama queen? You're just asking for abuse. She's obviously proven to be unfit as LTR material. So drop her.Originally posted by PoppedCollars
Short story short, girl breaks up with her BF of 3 years to be with me, 3 months pass by and everything is great, not one single problem. Until tonight.
Some of her friends (males) are in town and she invites them out to the bar with us. I keep my cool, talk to other friends at the bar and give her as much space as I can. We're kissing and stuff at the bar, having a great time. No real threats, she hooked up with one of the guys and he still is in love with her. I handle him well and we have no problems.
Then she drops the drama bomb.
She asks me "Why are you such an *******" and we start arguing over what I did that made me an *******. She's all like "well if you're going to be like that then leave.' I told her when she got whatever was up her ass out to come talk to me.
I come back, and ask her to come talk to me. She says "no, not if you're going to be an ass" I reply with "Ok, you have 5 seconds to come talk to me outside or this is goodbye" she is all like "see yah" and I walk out. She grabs my arm and follows me outside.
We start talking about what I did to upset her, and it leads to the fact that she didn't think she was ready for a relationship. I say that's fine and start to walk off. She once again latches onto my arm and keeps me there. We talk in circles about that fact for a while and finally I'm like "Either you want to be in a relationship with me, or you don't. Yes or no" She trips into this big speil about how I'm her best friend and how she doesn't want a relationship to ruin that and I'm just like "Well, I've got alot of friends. No more dinner sex etc" We continue on for about 15 minutes in circles again and finally I'm like. "Ok, you're scared to be in a relationship, I don't want to be in a relationship with you. Goodbye" This time I just walk off and she heads back into the bar.
I really care about this girl, but this **** is crazy. I get the feeling she planned the drama bomb to be able to hook up with the other guy over Christmas break and what not.
I'd like to get this back together, how should I play this?
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.
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.