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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.
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.
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'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.
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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
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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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.
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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.