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.
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.
Man.Bad_Lil'Pixie said:This question would probably be best asked directly to a Moderator in a Private Message, that is unless you are trying to do something other then obtain an address.
It's a soap opera.Vulpine said:Man.
You know you're out of line when even those of the same sex are calling you out on your crap.
Harsh.:nervous:
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.
Yeah, she did! His e-mail is [email protected]Nighthawk said:Oh no she dittent!
Wow another attention seeking wh*re thread. Why do you need to make a thread? You can just PM all 5 mod and keep it to yourself. Why do you need his email anyways? Just wanna troll more and cause more drama?Wyldfire said:I want to contact him directly.
This entire thread is your attempt to stir trouble. 9,000 of your post is the last frame of a closed thread where you are crying "I never start anything, I am the victim, boo hoo". This thread is you trying to start something; you just attempt to disguise it under a ruse of contacting Allen. This is just your sniveling way to attempt to threaten or scare some mod because you didn't get your way.Wyldfire said:If you don't have the email address to contact Allen then you have no reason to post in this thread other than to attempt to stir up trouble.
There you go again, no one even asked why, further more no one really cares.Wyldfire said:It is not anyone else's business why I wish to contact Allen directly.
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.