tl;dr = Too long; didn't readNorwegianDJ said:Aahhh, I dont get the picture.
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.
tl;dr = Too long; didn't readNorwegianDJ said:Aahhh, I dont get the picture.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
What? I feel like this sentence is missing a word, so I can't understand it.NorwegianDJ said:Keep in mind that I've been of the skinnyguy program this whole time.
No word is missing. What Im saying is that I was on the skinnyguy program during these 6 months, apart from the past week.amohield said:What? I feel like this sentence is missing a word, so I can't understand it.
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.
I suspect it's a matter of how you're built. You probably have long skinny arms like I do. Bench pressing will naturally not be your thing in that case, but it's still doable. It's supposed to get easier as you get stronger though, according to this guy I know who lifts.NorwegianDJ said:Bench press: 3x5x50 (I suck at benching, I suspect Im doing something major wrong, but I cannot complain at my form).
Maybe, but I dont want to put up excuses yet.novaknight said:I suspect it's a matter of how you're built. You probably have long skinny arms like I do.
Cape Town, South-Africa. It's a big city, yet it's so small. What I mean is that while its a lot of people in it, it feels like a much smaller social ground. Ehh, I mean that you're very interconnected and often have mutual friends etc.BPH said:Where do you live that you meet so many hotties and have parties all the time?
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.
Yeah, it is like that. Its not many schools in Cape Town (like 10 major ones), which are "close-knit" I suppose. However, my school is not. Noone even knows of my school.amohield said:You get a lot of that kind of thing overseas. Close knit groups across a few schools.
Cause Im just that awesome.amohield said:Why do you have so many visitors?
Right, about that...NorweigianDJ said:Cause Im just that awesome.
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.
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.