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.
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.
R U serious>vigilance said:Most obvious was at a gig I was doing (I play bass). Some dude comes up to me on break and says "my friend wants to meet you". So I go meet his friend, who turns out to be a fairly attractive blond chick I say "Hey I'm vigilance" and she says "I'm blahblahblah, wanna ****?". I said yes, then we did.
Remember, all condoms have a FUKK BEFORE DATE.kdnash82 said:Downside to that story was the condoms my friend gave me were stale and dry. One broke, the other rolled up to the point where it wanted to break and was just uncomfortable, which left me drunk, upset and very unsatisfied
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 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.
did yew go to an Arizona uni?ER!C L!VE said:Spring Break Rocky Point '93.
Wait.. isn't this the most olympic night one's ever had thread? :cheer:
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.
Thankskdnash82 said:Er!c L!ve was fortunate enough to be old enough to have been of age around a time where girls were more "open" with their sexuality. After AIDS/HIV came along, things began to wrap up. Now us younger bucks have things a little more difficult.
We have to do a little more song and dance in order to get in those pants, and even then two in one night in the same spot would be un-heard of.
Way to go!!
Yep, I went to UofAZ, ASU and two different community colleges. I went on the 11 year plan. I graduated from ASU.DrMetallica said:did yew go to an Arizona uni?
ER!C L!VE said:I went on the 11 year plan.
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.