sodamnsmooth
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Just looked at a girl that walked into an elevator, she smiled, I smiled and we started kissing. Crazy as hell
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.
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.
Did the same thing at a nightclub once (not in an elevator) and the guys I were with could NOT believe what I did. Alcohol can either be liquid courage or stupidity.sodamnsmooth said:Just looked at a girl that walked into an elevator, she smiled, I smiled and we started kissing. Crazy as hell
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.
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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
lol Man I wouldn't call any of this smooth.... But hey what do I know?old_skoolr said:Great thread, some real classics here,
im 21 talking to this girl who was 26 on fb
her: blah blah how old are you?
me: 21 urself?
her: im 26 :S
me: so? ur gna stop talking to me just coz im younger
her: (you can tell she was thrown off guard) no hun of course not, coffee soon?
got her number and slept with her on the first date
this ones abit childish but got to her real good
her: one of these days im gonna kill you
me: really?
her: yep, wherever u are in the world i will make sure i find you and kill you
me: wow......i never knew i meant that much to you
doesnt seem like much but the reality was she lost all power in the convo, and the fact i delivered it so simply like i wasnt even paying attention to what she was saying really got to her.....she went crazy red though haha
didnt get a chance to go out with her thoughanother regret.
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.