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.
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.
Those chicks turn me on.taiyuu_otoko said:Those are the kind of gals you're jackin to.
...but would totally still bang.taiyuu_otoko said:check out the movie after porn ends. It's on netflix.
They talk to middle ages porn has-beens. No makeup, and past their prime. Absolutely hideous, uneducated, trailer trash, loud and obnoxious people that you would DREAD living next to.
Those are the kind of gals you're jackin to.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
What's with all the crying? There's no crying in Baseball or porno.taiyuu_otoko said:check out the movie after porn ends. It's on netflix.
They talk to middle ages porn has-beens. No makeup, and past their prime. Absolutely hideous, uneducated, trailer trash, loud and obnoxious people that you would DREAD living next to.
Those are the kind of gals you're jackin to.
Saw her in the gym today... With a guy who I presume is her boyfriend lol. HHHHNNNNGGGG mother of god her body is kerazy for 32-33. Pretty sure they drove off in a Mercedes. Figures...Korrupt said:Lol wow. The Internet is a scaaaaarrrrrry place.
Didn't think I'd actually find her, but just for the hell of it I decided to search for her on Facebook. I checked a few of my "friends'" friend lists by searching her first name. No luck with that, so I decide to straight up search for her using Facebook's "search" option. I input her first name and my city of residence, and, amazingly, I find her in seconds. I then go to Google and search her full name (from Facebook) out of curiosity. I end up finding her date of birth, first six digits of her phone number, a very recent article where she was pictured and mentioned, and, most frightening of all, her address.
Be safe out here, boys... :nervous:
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.
I never understood that either, how can you crush on a chick who has had numerous dudes bust nuts in her mouthdvjackson said:I don't know how a man could crush on a porn star, no matter how attractive she is otherwise I'm turned off by the fact that she takes **** for a living.