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.
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.
I dont like to have them around cause I just dont think it leaves a good first impression. If you have many books around and it is one of many others it wouldnt be a problem but if its among the only ones you have it looks worse. Its like if you had one book on your desk that was called "how to be good in bed", it is easy to think that you NEED to improve and it could be a turn off. Probably not a big deal but I just dont want to put any ideas into their heads, even though one should just think that this guy cares about improving himself.
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.
Some of the things he says are tantamount to relationship suicide. He talks about "romance" a lot. But "romance" only works if you're a ruthless bastard like Christian Grey and she feels like she's drawing an elusive notion of romance out of you. Romance works in doses for the "3% man" he's talking about.
The guy gives out all his generic advice on youtube and dudes are going to pay 1000 bucks to hear it again instead of just putting his videos on repeat? lol
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.
I agree, this also helped me through my first breakup.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
If what he said came true (walking away increased her interest level and she came back, and she started falling in love right around the 3-4 month mark), saying he told me what I wanted to hear is not an argument. Further, he doesn't tell people what they want to hear when he says "You turn and walk away and never look back, and if she is interested she will reach out, but if her interest level was below 50%, she isn't ever coming back". That was tough to face but I waited nearly 2 weeks and (more than one girl) did come back.
Dont spend the 1k, simply watch his videos for free and you will get tons of his info.
This.
Gotta agree here! No good comes of women knowing you read this material.
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.
