She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
It will help attract gold diggers.For those that own high end vehicles(5 Series BMW's, E-Class Mercedes, Newer Corvettes, Etc) has that ever made a difference in attracting females?
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.
I have always found it's usually high T, dominant, or country upbringing type women that go for the trucks. The color is subjective.That being said, I read an article a while back that women are most turned on by black pickup trucks. I don't know if that's accurate though.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
A $500 motorcycle will get you just as much pvssy as a $50K sports car, if not more.
This. I mean I got that bike because it does not consume dubious amounts of gas, looks good to me and should be practical @ getting to and out of work during rush hour. BONUS POINTS if I could do 50-80 mile trips around my hometown.I've owned motorcycles and nice cars, my experience was they were always impressed by the car but that motorcycle generated tingles.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
I'm a truck advocate. It's not what the girls "go for". It's what it says about you. I think a truck sends the message that you are a masculine man more than a car sends that message. It's kind of like Bible Belt and howiestern talking about the motorcycles, the motorcycle sends a certain message.I have always found it's usually high T, dominant, or country upbringing type women that go for the trucks. The color is subjective.
Almost all girls I say I have a motorcycle to want a ride on the back. At least the ones that are down for some action. Shît never fails.A $500 motorcycle will get you just as much pvssy as a $50K sports car, if not more.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.