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 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.
She got kicked out after that.I hope she got her gym membership revoked for that.
Very good. She probably got another gym membership after that, so it wasn't a major incovenience. Most gyms are interchangeable.She got kicked out after that.
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.
The funniest thing is the people posting selfies should be putting in work a lot more because they have nothing to show off most times.This is why I have a garage full of equipment, hate the gym scene. It’s absurd everyone on their phones posting gym selfies.
The absurdity astounds.
nevermind the peeps doing curls in the power rack or Squatting an Oly bar with (2) 5 lbs plates in the power rack…seriously wtff
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.
#GAINZThe funniest thing is the people posting selfies should be putting in work a lot more because they have nothing to show off most times.
Almost like the people who just started and gained some muscle are so excited and think so highly about what they have done but then in two years realize they still haven't accomplished anything
She was clearly try to bait men for sexualized attention.Notice how slowly she removes her shirt. It was almost over her head, and then she pulls it back down to take longer. She was purposely dragging it out for attention.
While not the most appropriate thing to do in public, it should only take about two seconds.
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.
Nah she is Mexican bro. However, I do want to say that props to black people for calling this out man. Black people, perhaps better than any other group out there, call out the hypocrisy of women outright. Lots of black youtubers came and called her out for her BS.
Her last name seemed more Hispanic/Latin American than Italian to me. Every other person I've known with that last name was Hispanic/Latino.Nah she is Mexican bro. However, I do want to say that props to black people for calling this out man. Black people, perhaps better than any other group out there, call out the hypocrisy of women outright. Lots of black youtubers came and called her out for her BS.
This is her TikTok, surprisingly she is Mexican which shocks me since Mexican women are usually the most chill and down to earth of all the Latinas.Her last name seemed more Hispanic/Latin American than Italian to me. Every other person I've known with that last name was Hispanic/Latino.
That reminds me of a Bill Burr line.When she's 40-45 she'll be dreaming of guys giving her that kind of attention again....
I thought she was using some reverse attraction technic to hit on the dude.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.