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.
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.
Was this the ladies who swooned over Fabio? Now I noticed that horse was black, lol. But anyways, the target market for these Fabios and Super fine guys is usually going to be a heavier woman who is a harder worker, she's going to reach into her pockets for him, and be able to take care of herself fine.I can't remember his name but I met him at a party once. Nice guy. All the women were just ga ga for him my ex wife included. It was a gathering of romance writers. Mostly over weight middle aged women. I parked myself at the bar and chatted with the other husbands.
Yes they loved Fabio. The romance writers group would have an event every few months and bring in some guy that was on the cover of the romance books. Most of these romance writer women were well off with rich husbands. Most were fat and middle aged. They would be as giddy as a school girl chatting with these guests. It was sickening really. I liked going to the parties because they had great food and an open bar. My ex wife read romance novels constantly.Was this the ladies who swooned over Fabio? Now I noticed that horse was black, lol. But anyways, the target market for these Fabios and Super fine guys is usually going to be a heavier woman who is a harder worker, she's going to reach into her pockets for him, and be able to take care of herself fine.
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.
Believe it or not, there are women out there who would set this horse free to go search for this:
You want to watch an alleged environmentalist head explode? Get them talking about animals and how some animals near extinction. Bonus points if you can get them to admit that private property should be seized by the government to help these poor creatures so they don't become extinct.Believe it or not, there are women out there who would set this horse free to go search for this:
Super "fine" babes usually don't use super "fine" guys. It makes her look less "fine" in relative status. They would get a status guy who doesn't get that face attention, all while NEGGING the super fine guy. Super fine guy does better with heavier babes and more average ones who are going to put out stronger sex.My friend kind of looks like Fabio/California surfer type guy. He can only seem to pull average to slightly above average looking chicks. He doesn't have any trouble getting laid, but he definitely has a ceiling lol.