That made me laugh so hard!Originally posted by kyanite
Me: :trouble:
French Faggots: :cheer: :rock:![]()
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 made me laugh so hard!Originally posted by kyanite
Me: :trouble:
French Faggots: :cheer: :rock:![]()
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
I don't think anybody here actually cares. We're just letting the pinky boys know that they look gay and unmanly. It's a fashion tip.Originally posted by whistler
You guys care about the color of some other guy's shirt?!
You shouldn't even care...
You know why?
Because you shouldn't have time to care.
And because it reeks of anger motivated by, what else, fear...
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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.
I wouldn't pick out my son's clothes, that's a woman's jobOriginally posted by Happiness Renewed
so when u knock up the girl you got with your pink shirt and the baby is a boy...are u going to dress ur son up in pink too?
... if you have to resort to dressing like an unwashed auto mechanic just to impress a girl, your game is lacking. Some guys will wear a pink shirt over a wifebeater stained with engine oil any day of the week and still get laid. It's not what you wear, it's what's underneath it.As for the guys who are preaching the pink shirt thing, if you have to resort to dressing like a queer guy just to impress a girl, your game is lacking. I'll wear a wifebeater stained with engine oil over a barbie shirt any day of the week and still get laid. It's not what you wear, it's what's underneath it.
Yes, but only with members of the same gender.Some guys will wear a pink shirt over a wifebeater stained with engine oil any day of the week and still get laid.
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.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
lol yeah become a pinky boy to piss off a couple guys on a internet forumOriginally posted by thefonz
I don't wear pink but i'm strongly considering it just to piss you guys off.
My thoughts exactly! If you're contented with yourself and your own style, there is absolutely no reason to hate other people for their tastes. Live and let live.Originally posted by Hound_of_Love
So many posts on this site proclaiming that the most important tenet of the DJ faith is to be secure in yourself and all I'm reading here is an outpouring of insecurity against gays, metrosexuals and pink shirts(!)? Sweet baby Jesus people!
What do you do?Originally posted by Jariel
I'm an artist,
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.