You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
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.
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.
You'd understand how to make more money than just 150k, how to have menage a trois, catre or sanc! You'd know how to engage any woman you'd like, supermodel or not. You'd know how to build a better body, there would be no stopping you.
Note, he was saying about knowledge... knowledge means very little by itself. There are ton sof books on different subjects.
Not at all.You could easily build your skills, because you already know what to do. once you know it , you go and apply it to the world you and wont f*ck up and probably be geting better results than a supermodel or 2 Hb8sOriginally posted by al77
Note, he was saying about knowledge... knowledge means very little by itself. There are ton sof books on different subjects.
So if you read most PUA books diligently, you will getthe knowledge. Does it give you all the skills? no
Practical skills as the ability to apply knowledge in practice means a lot. This is the best, but there was no such choice in teh list
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.
Read a couple of good books about PUA and please report back later about how many skills you build after it.
penis size doesnt really matter in porn. youre good if youre 5+ inches, optimal is 7-9 inches. you just have to be able to show youre hard on camera, rest is relative to the background.Originally posted by Rollo Tomassi
Naturally growing 2 inches is the secret to all of this. Then I'd be 10 inches and a freak who's in demand by major pornographers. I could then have a 3 way with HB 8's, 9's and 10's. PUA skills would be redundant then and I'd charge $150,000 for my 3rd or 4th feature. I'd then buy the Ferarri, never have a reason to do drugs since I'd be getting paid to get laid, the celebrity I'd pick would be Brianna Banks anyway. In the meantime, I'd have enough cash to hire a personal trainer and Barry Bond's "suppliment specialist" to gain another 30lbs. of muscle. I'd then die from AIDS, but you'd all still be jealous.
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.