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.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
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.
In creating initial interest, all of these things certainly matter. While confidence is grand, it only can come into play after the first perception has been made. Let's take two extreme examples, a bum and a politician. The bum is dressed in rags, with a weather-beaten face and a smell that would make a dog sniff his own butt. The politician has a $4999 suit with the latest in lapel styles, and smells slightly of soap and an expensive, designer cologne. The bum has confidence, the politician doesn't. And the winner is????Originally posted by lao tzu
Your car doesn't matter, your clothes don;'t matter, your ****adoodle doo don't matter. Are you confident? Are you you? If they don;t like it so be it. God dang it find a clue.
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.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
Don't get me wrong, but I think YOU are the one who doesn't get it yet. There's no doubt clothes DO MATTER as well as your looks, but those things are just NOT ENOUGH.Originally posted by lao tzu
You still don't get it.
IT DOESNT MATTER. IF you are not butt ugly, then it doesn't matter. Be you, be funny, don't try to impress, don';t funking think, feel, use the force. But still be the best you you can be and always strive to be better. Women love it and if they don't funk em. BE you and you will get what you want, treat em like your buddy, but demonstrate your sexual power.
Just talk to them and engage them, everywhere all the time and it will all become second nature.
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.