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.
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 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 calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Kidquick said:I've been lifting since high school, but it wasn't until seven or eight years ago that I buckled down and got serious. It took me about a year and a half to put on 30lbs of muscle, which put me at 170lbs at 5'8. And yes, I have definitely experienced a difference with regards to women... At 5'8 you need all the help you can get.
new guy hereHyper2010 said:The reason I ask is I'm in similar position to Gunner
Aged 29, 154 lb, and 6'2 so look very thin. To boot I look very young/pretty boyish so lots of girls don't think I'm manly enough for them.
It sucks as lots of the girls I attract are between 19 and 25 age range
Tried growing a beard to look older but it looked ridiculous.Fgured iif I bulked out a bit I would look older and more grown up
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.
True for me also. Become who you want to be, not the guy that the girl you're currently interested in wants in a guy. Not all girls like a lot of muscle on guys, but also they have weird ideas about what 'too big' is or 'too muscly is', you just gotta leave it all in context and become the best person you can be, and people will notice.but i fell in love with lifting so i dont even care about what women think about it anymore to be honest
I dont believe you. - Thats what i said in the beginning too.Dom1noe said:I will get to some 200 lbs and stop there.
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I can't help but wonder if the above guy at 1.5 years of training might attract girls as well or better as the same guy at 4 years.Hydrak said:These are two guys who went from skinny to huge.
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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.