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.
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.
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lmao….did we ever look back at the repercussions when that idiot Obama made that 2015 lgbtq marriage laws legal? It set up a Pandora’s box of cultural perversions to Woke, pride parades being normal, third wave feminism, rise in lesbianism amongst women and creeps pushing pedophilia laws to be normalized. So it’s these types of things or slight perversions we as a people got to speak out against and let our voices be heard.
Typically they have a background in gymnastics. I went to college with a guy who was a cheerleader for the Tampa Bay Bucs. Whatever smart comment anyone had about him being a cheerleader they would keep to themselves, because he was also a competitive bodybuilder. When the team scored a touchdown, he would run across the end zone with a giant flag. He was the only one strong enough to carry it.
Actually, what we today call Wokeness dates back the later 20th Century
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.
I think most, even counting only cishet men, fans would welcome an all-men cheerleader squad if it meant their team wins the Super Bowl.
What about the cheerleader that shoot the cannon?
This was right before they built the new stadium with the pirate ship. The Big Sombrero had 74,000 seats, about 70,000 of which were usually empty during games.
This was also a team that had a winking pirate on its helmets.
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.
"Buccaneers" is a term used mostly for the pirates of the Caribbean in the 1600s. And yeah, they were pretty gay.
Spoken by a man living in the city with the original NFL cheerleaders.
I think the pirate was winking because he didn't want his eye gouged out and look like Moshe Dayan, which the logo for a certain other NFL resembles:
I don't mind male cheerleaders as part of a regular cheerleading squad where the men throw the chicks up or have them stand on their hands (these guys have to be very strong to do that). I just mind the non-canonical cheerleaders in the "dance squads" having sausages.
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.