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.
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.
Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
He's not in jail, or locked in a re-hab center for drugs, or having to pay child-support but owes huge debts where he can get arrested for it, or dying of AIDS in a hospital bed somewhere. At least he's not stealing money from his mother or robbing people to pay for hookers. There is REAL trouble out there. If you don't have that, then even nothing can be something.
l live in Toronto too and read the same article about people planning to leave. In this city yeah, the cost of even renting now is high.
I'm aware he's not the scum of the earth, but he's hardly a model. He may very well be a great guy with a big heart, but he isn't an example to follow. He's 37 years old, when is he going to get moving? Sometimes **** happens and you need to make drastic changes in your life, such as a career change, and this might require you to start over. Some people are late bloomers and things only click later on in life....it's not clicking for this guy and frankly it doesn't seem like he's doing anything at all. He has been unemployed for close to a decade and is obese...at 37 it should've already dawned on you if you are in a similar position that you need to get your **** in order. You're not 22, or even 27, but 37.......the majority of the people he grew up with are married with kids and settled into their careers. The window is close to shutting for this guy unless he makes HUGE strides.
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.
Says the man who's not fvcking in NYC but has plenty of advice on women.
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.
Not sure what you're typing about. Guess, you've not been reading my recent posts over the last week. Did pretty well this past holiday weekend. :'p
Here in Toronto there many Asians and Italians that live with their parents well into adulthood because it’s part of the culture but people still look down on it because the mainstream culture is get out and make you own way as soon as you can, even if it means renting a basement apt with two other people.
I do not dispute what u r saying.
Great job then !
Huh??? What in God's name are you typing about?
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.