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.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
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.
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.
Thank you.Bonhomme said:This is once again using the term "nice guy" when the correct term is more along the lines of "suck up."
Because experience has taught them for the better part of a lifetime that no matter how "slutty" they are perceived, they still have an endless supply of Nice Guys lining up to give them attention - and all this attention does is reinforce their own behaviors. You're giving way too much credit to the convictions of the Nice Guy. As rational as it would seem for a Nice Guy to want to avoid the "slutty" type of girl (subjective at best), the Nice Guy is defined by his deprivation of sex - this is his motivation, his method is being the Nice Guy. We can make his necessity a virtue all we want and justify it, but biology (in this case sexuality) will always trump conviction at some point or to some degree.ducaro said:why don't these foolish women realize that not even a 'nice guy' would wanna hook up with slVtty women.
I wish I could agree with this. It would really stroke my sense of moral justice and desire to see real karmic turnaround, but unfortunately I think that most women ultimately have their cake and eat it too. I say this because it's the Nice Guy who'll be waiting his turn to get with them at 30-35 once they've had enough of the Bad Boy (assuming they do) and will be all too accommodating and forgiving (he's the Nice Guy remember?) and leap at the chance to finally be appreciated for being so with the woman who's up to then only seen him as another girlfriend. It's validating to the point of self-righteousness for the AFC to finally see his waiting pay off in the form of a regulated intimacy from his desired woman. Women (and men) are opportunists, they do indeed want the bigger and better deal, and it so happens that steadfast NIce Guy becomes that better deal when her sexual marketability declines to the point that she's no longer the Bad Boys favorite. Nice Guy is all too happy to have her once she's unable or less able to hold the attention of Bad Boy. Thus these 'slutty girls' become the "reformed" Soccer Moms in their middle age, thanks to accomodating (and patient) AFCs.ducaro said:believe me, those women on that video will find it extremely difficult settling down in life. They are headed towards 'sex and the city' lifestyle... cuz for them its not really about nice guy and bad boy, but its all about the 'better better deal'
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 asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.