She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
ROFL !!!!check that grill son.....
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.
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.
:rockon:Drum&Bass said:ROFL !!!!
Agreed. I think our brains are purposely limited to allow us to interact more easily. Ever notice how the most intelligent people are usually the most socially awkward?DJDamage said:I feel sorry for Savants. They are brilliant in some areas but at the expense of others. It just proves that there is limit to how much information the human brain can maintain without losing other cognative abilities. Most would give up this gift just to be normal and live a normal life.
Define Intelligents.Create Reality said:its just because they are too busy being intelligent.
It sounded like he was thinking-in-pictures, in which case he's probably either autistic or been touched by autism. That would explain why he can do his numbers trick.joekerr31 said:there have been other people with the same calculating ability. numbers aren't that special to be honest.
what i find more fascinating is that they are using some kind of 'method' that they aren't even aware of to do these computations.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
If autism is the source of his genius then the idea that he has 'lost' something isn't true. An autistic never had it to begin with.DJDamage said:I feel sorry for Savants. They are brilliant in some areas but at the expense of others. It just proves that there is limit to how much information the human brain can maintain without losing other cognative abilities. Most would give up this gift just to be normal and live a normal life.
The answer may be raining all over Silicon Valley. And one of the best hopes of finding a cure may be locked in the DNA sequences that produced the minds that have made this area the technological powerhouse of the world.
That's because of the mirror-neuron problem:Chaotixxx said:Agreed. I think our brains are purposely limited to allow us to interact more easily. Ever notice how the most intelligent people are usually the most socially awkward?
Nah, on an evolutionary survival level his mental skills are really pointless.Potbelly said:just watched it....amazing, the next level of evolution
dont you mean a IUD?amoka said:I can repeat the alphabets backward. The first time I tried it was when I got pulled over few weeks ago for DUI.
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.