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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 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.
bigjohnson said:Fair enough but that's not the point at all - what's with the obsession with keeping count? Do we count and log ALL our bodily functions now?
Well said.azanon said:The guys that impress me to this day are the ones that currently have a "bang" sweet girl - hot, intelligent, maybe rich, dignified, etc. If you have just one of those, you get my thumbs up.
We have trash hoes all throughout our state to rack up a tally on, if that approach suits your fancy. Any redneck here can rack up a high hoe tally.
Fair enough. You'll get over that I'd wager.TyTe`EyEz said:It's a self-validation thing. The funny thing is - it doesn't matter how many girls I bang - I still have issues with self-confidence.
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.
I earlier said: "IQ and insanity are mutually exclusive. Actually, I suspect they're slightly positively correlated" referring to Einstein.SmoothTalker said:Azanon...
http://www.aolsvc.merriam-webster.aol.com/dictionary/mutually exclusive
Main Entry:
mutually exclusive
Function:
adjective
Date:
1874
: being related such that each excludes or precludes the other <mutually exclusive events> ; also : incompatible <their outlooks were not mutually exclusive>
Now, do tell how two things that are completely incapable of happening at the same time can be positively correlated? How does having more of one thing increase your odds of having more of another thing which CANNOT happen at the same time?
I'm not a statistics expert but I thought that was the difference between a dependent and independent variable. Mutually exclusive was usually used to refer to the values or states a variable could assume. It's been a while, wow.azanon said:I earlier said: "IQ and insanity are mutually exclusive. Actually, I suspect they're slightly positively correlated" referring to Einstein.
I'm glad you looked up the definition!
Your assumption is wrong - they can happen at the same time. Mutually exclusive variables are those that are not dependent on each other.
Better be smart and slightly nutty than dumb and... uhhhh.....azanon said:IQ and insanity are mutually exclusive. Actually, I suspect they're slightly positively correlated.
Then it's a good thing that I'm not trying to impress you...azanon said:I know you didn't actually say this, but to be clear, I don't personally equate social intelligence with your laid number. The guys that impress me to this day are the ones that currently have a "bang" sweet girl - hot, intelligent, maybe rich, dignified, etc. If you have just one of those, you get my thumbs up.
We have trash hoes all throughout our state to rack up a tally on, if that approach suits your fancy. Any redneck here can rack up a high hoe tally.
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.
I didn't really get that from what Azanon was saying, but I totally get your point. When you are in a relationship it's an easy trap to fall into to protect your ego investment by "getting on that horse".The Bat said:Then it's a good thing that I'm not trying to impress you...![]()
I love how monogamists jump on the "Quality" horse as soon as possible. If you are married to a hot, intelligent, rich, dignified woman, then you're A-ok. The rest of the bachelors with high lay count are rolling in the dirt with all the low quality hoes.
Please...don't make assumptions next time if you want to get your point across.
I didn't say anything like that. You completely changed my point.The Bat said:I love how monogamists jump on the "Quality" horse as soon as possible. If you are married to a hot, intelligent, rich, dignified woman, then you're A-ok. The rest of the bachelors with high lay count are rolling in the dirt with all the low quality hoes.
Please try to concentrate harder the next time you read one of my posts so that you don't completely misinterpret what I said like you did this time.Please...don't make assumptions next time if you want to get your point across.
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.
See what you did there at the end. You started to think like what I wrote in my last post.azanon said:I didn't say anything like that. You completely changed my point.
I'm just thinking here for the most part.... who cares. I can see the virtue of tons of "strange". Hey, I like strange too. But there's virtue to one awesome woman too. Being a DJ doesn't require one or the other, and it can include both. I'm just saying I don't think a very healthy goal would be to score, say, 50 minimum because one mistakenly thinks any self-respecting DJ is going to do that.