tl;dr = Too long; didn't readNorwegianDJ said:Aahhh, I dont get the picture.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
tl;dr = Too long; didn't readNorwegianDJ said:Aahhh, I dont get the picture.
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.
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.
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 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?
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
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.
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.