I'm not talking about being shy or introvert. I'm talking about being legitimately socially retarded. What if the part of your brain that involves great skills with women is entirely messed up? Could Rain Man become a ladies man?
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.
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.
Yeah, but should I worry about the girl taking advantage of me or making me a doormat?Jhcl4000 said:Be nice, as in no attempts to flirt, tease, C&F, or any other DJ techniques, just try to converse.
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'm sort of mentally handicapped. I've been an extreme extrovert for the past 5 years but that hasn't caused me to stop being a social retard.Jhcl4000 said:Can I ask why you made this topic in the first place? Are you in some way ACTUALLY mentally handicapped, or are you just like a lot of the guys here and not great/comfortable with talking with random people?
Just because you're an extrovert doesn't mean you have great social skills.sageproduct said:How are you an extreme extrovert and socially retarded?
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.
Well, I have Asperger's Syndrome which is a bit like you describe. In short, it basically means that I don't naturally pick up on social stuff very easily. It's made the social aspect of my life difficult, but it's not impossible for me or anyone else with a similar issue to overcome. I probably won't ever become a pick-up artist that can over the period of a year lose track of how many chicks he bangs, but with work I can (and have) improved considerably. I guess it comes down to just how messed up the "social" part of the brain is. If it's completely fried and the person is irrecoverably Autistic or something, then there's probably not much hope. If the problem is less pronounced, than it can be overcome.Demystify said:Bump, anyone?
Think of Cosmo Kramer or Jeff Goldblum, they have no trouble going out and talking to people, but they're still incredibly off on a social levelMaxtro said:Socially retarded, what does that mean?
Is that when you don't know how to fit in and can't make friends? Women end up having zero interest in you.
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.