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Master Don Juan
Mia Sara when she did Ferris Bueller's Day Off
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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've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
This chick is pretty close. Local news reporter here who's like 23 years old just out of college. She walked into the grocery store I worked in last night to grab some stuff. I'd say at least 9.5 in person. I mean I was in uniform so I didn't try cold approach because I'd look like a dork in work attire. If I wasn't in uniform I'd cold approach even though I'm 15 years older. Although I shouldn't think I'm a dork cause young reporters get paid crap. With my business and the other job I'm making quite a bit more than her anyway.
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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.
So you like women who look 12 years old. Nice.Searching around online. This is pretty close to a 10 imo
Same girl on the right. Definitely not 12. Probably 20-ish. Her sister is hot too.So you like women who look 12 years old. Nice.
My mistake, I though you were talking about my latest post in this thread.So you like women who look 12 years old. Nice.
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.
lol true.I can't give a girl a 10 anymore. My scale stops at 9.5 because every single one has a .5 deduction from their stupid pie hole they call a mouth that they talk with.
The girl to the right of your girl is hotter to meThe girl in the middle is a smoking hot HB10 imo, (The brunette with the leather boots).
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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.
xDThe girl to the right of your girl is hotter to me
Yeah I like the blondI'm more into brunettes' than blonds..
Maybe it has to do with that there is tonnes of blonde birds here in Scandinavia. But yeah @SargeMaximus the other brunette is sexy too.
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.