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.
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 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.
Because he is a celebrity. Today's young chickies of the western society worship Hollywood and everything about it. He is the IT guy right now and if chicks get to sleep with him, it for the purpose of stroking their ego (cue girl squeal: " ohh yess I want Sanjaya to fvck me like a hor and then when that is over and done with I will go back home and transform back into the good girl who doesn't put out until the third date and nobody but myself and 5 of my best girlfriends will ever know what a dirty deed i have done tee hee".Raikojo17 said:... is a homo. nuff said
do women consider men like this just eye candy?
why if they dig masculinity do they go crazy over guys like this?
it's mind boggling.
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 only watch two TV shows regularly...American Idol and Lost. I'm not as much into American Idol this year...but last year was my favorite season. I'm a huge fan of the nicest "Nice Guy" ever on the show...Elliott Yamin. He was dorky looking last year (has since gotten a make over and veneers) but hot damn can he sing. He reminds me of Stevie Wonder...and Yamin's vocal ability is just amazing. He's going to be singing his first single on the results show tomorrow night. I bought his CD from iTunes because of the bonus songs...Whiter Shade of Pale...and he kicks ass on that song...just incredible.Raikojo17 said:^^lol yea. but i think they really need to listent to simon more. all the people he hates he hates for a reason.
because they suck.
Wyldfire said:
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.