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 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.
Haha yeah well as long as you get the slip-ons like I got (not the full boot) I think you're set.Ken785 said:i know...they look really comfortable too and i want a pair but i live in SF and might come off as gay...ill back back in LA they'll be acceptable though.
Did you get her number?Supremo said:Haha yeah well as long as you get the slip-ons like I got (not the full boot) I think you're set.
Btw guys... I can't believe I forgot this present:
12 different types of condoms from Lovers Package.
From whom? You might ask. My mom.
Apparently she found some of mine and decided to go and get a bunch. Among the different types are "Studded: Beyond Seven", "Rough Rider: Hot Passion with warming lubricant", "Lifestyles Tuxedo Black", "Rough Rider: Studded", and weirdest of all... "Inspiral Lubricated Condom"
Check out the Inspiral one because it looks really weird with this inflated thing on it...
Are you an idiot?simon said:Did you get her number?
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.
Gotta love those matchbox carsNighthawk said:My girlfriend bought me a car.
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.