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.
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.
not really, but it's popular news today and kinda related to this section, for example check at diggCreate Reality said:You would know, wouldn't you?
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.
Now I'm no endocrinologist, but I think that might have something to do with puberty.spesmilitis said:sorta related. . . when I was 15 and a vegitarian, and I wanted increase my protien intake, so I ate alotta soy/tofu. Around that time my hair started getting thicker and I developed new hair on the front side of my head (where there was no hair).
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.
yeah, that's an old facts...diplomatic_lies said:Actually wearing t-shirts make you gay. Its a proven scientific fact.
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.
But Chinese people eat lots of soya sauce, and they're one of the most conservative countries when it comes to social issues like homosexuality. In fact, all the "big 3" of Asia (China/Jap/Korea) are soya sauce eaters, and conservative.MuayThai said:New name for gays... Soya boys. Rofl
Deus ex Pianoforte said:Here's a tip. Try getting your news from somewhere else besides Far-Left Websites. :nono:
For some reason, it's hard for me to even zero in on a single point when I'm reading a page that was written by crazy people. I did however get the gist, and the point was exaggerated and enhanced to advance the Liberal Extremist agenda.
KarmaSutra said:Christ. I hope that don't include Kikkoman soy sauce. What the hell am I going to put in my cereal now? Milk? Amberbock?
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.