You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
But very sad that the new guy deleted some of the old posts, if you are not mistaken.Funny how people still refer to the blog as Roissy versus the official name of Citizen Renegade.
Before the name change, the original Roissy mentioned how he was getting tired of blogging and was thinking of shutting down the blog. This was over a year ago.
After an incident I won’t mention (blog drama is always funny), Roissy restructured the blog. The name changed and it was confirmed that multiple writers were involved with the new blog.
An on-going game since that time was trying to guess which posts were written by the “real” Roissy. But it was obvious that the quality of writing and thought started to become sketchy.
My wild guess is that Roissy sold the blog a year or so ago and agreed to contribute an occasional article.
Anyway, Roissy was brilliant in that he was able to fuse PUA concepts (which he admitted he took mostly from Mystery) with a culture/political commentary.
After getting "exposed" by Lady Raine Roissy had to lay low, I don't blame him, it's not a good look when your ex-girlfriends are sending your personal 411(address/family/pictures) to another blogger in spite. Of course Roissy wasn't an angel in the battle either. However what baffles me is that he would give his real name and occupation to a newspaper, why do that if your not getting paid? That's like asking the wolves to come eat at your tableEase said:The original roissy is gone, this current writer is a different guy. As far as i know.
The new guy (apparently more than 1, but my guess is that a single writer took over while original roissy is a guest writer) is less wise, writes less eloquently and thinks more shallowly. Its all very simple and nothing new.
I dont remember when exactly i think this happened, but it was around the time he started changing the site around, moving away from 'roissy' to 'citizen renegade'. But undoubtedly the quality diminished as the new guy is a chode.
I found this written today:
But very sad that the new guy deleted some of the old posts, if you are not mistaken.
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.
scrouds said:I was thinking of starting a blog. Not sure I need another soap box to rant on though.
It was known way long in advanced. He just couldn't keep maintaining it on top of his social life/career.Sue Madre said:do it. Make sure you PM me the address, since that b!tch shut down RM without notice.
Scars said:It was known way long in advanced. He just couldn't keep maintaining it on top of his social life/career.
But I agree. Another RM-like site would be great.
-Scars
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.
I'm unfamiliar with you, Sue Madre, but your name must be nobody. RM wasn't shut down, you idiot. It fell down for technical reasons.Sue Madre said:do it. Make sure you PM me the address, since that b!tch shut down RM without notice.
Sue Madre said:I didn't see any bulletins saying he was shutting it down. It just came out of nowhere like that b!tch over at NLG. Just make a site and if you don't want to keep it running then you should hand it off to someone who does. What's the big deal?
What address change?Warrior74 said:Um that's exactly what happened? The address change reflects that.
Next week. Hashing out some details.Scars said:It was known way long in advanced. He just couldn't keep maintaining it on top of his social life/career.
But I agree. Another RM-like site would be great.
-Scars
:rockon:scrouds said:Next week. Hashing out some details.
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.