WesCottII
Master Don Juan
Getting all the rage in me, out always helps. Perhaps organising a cage fight, or working the punch bag, or just hammering the weights.
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.
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.
Shame on you!KarmaSutra said:How could I ever forget this?
Sorry Maynard![]()
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.
Sure. If enough people were interested I'd be happy to take the time to write it out step by step in detail. I kinda' doubt it, however.Señor Fingers said:I love Aboleo's idea of a DIY deprivation tank.
(You may want to start a new thread for that so you can help out people who want to do this)
I'm in love with Mary Jane. I havn't been smoking much lately, but I love getting stoned when I have the opportunity.Señor Fingers said:Smoke a fattie (very rare these days, but comes in handy)
I like sex. It's nice.Señor Fingers said:Have sex.
Driving helps me too.redspicyflag said:Recently-driving
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 made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
I can't fault anyone for enjoying that.ValleyDJing said:Marijuana. Then...just about anything is a good time.
- Lift heavy weights.Señor Fingers said:When you can't take it anymore and life seems to be dragging you down, what do you do to get out of that funk?
For me nothing works better than
• Listening to and making music
• Dancing (even if its in my undies)
• Bike ride
• Mini-vacation / adventure with my lady
• Night out with the fellas
• Playing with my cat
Any of these things instantly dissolve my worries.
How do you guys deal with the daily grind?
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.