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.
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.
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.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
rhodey said:DJ Dan taught me how to Dress. Uncle T taught me my parking lot game. JP taught me how to take great pictures and be positive.:rock:
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.
Yeah , the best way to learn to PULL girls is from field. You can learn all the theory but you can't get women with that.Solomon said:The best teaching? as DTP once put, The field is King, I learned the best going out and experince things, then decideing for myself which works or doesn't
peace
Daddy The Pimp said:Yeah , the best way to learn to PULL girls is from field. You can learn all the theory but you can't get women with that.
RSD + FIELD = FVCKING GLORY.
Also , i think gunwitch is great too from what i've heard. I heard that its all about projecting sexuality.
Did Tdot teach Uncle T to shave off that balding muff on top of his head? It's not a good look. But I could see where he could be mistaken for a "Boss" parking lot attendant.Solomon said:Oh man you also forgetting Tdot thought me to get my hair cut every week, and Kbot thought me how to dance, and Marcus introduced me to patron
:yes: :rockon:
rhodey said:Did Tdot teach Uncle T to shave off that balding muff on top of his head? It's not a good look. But I could see where he could be mistaken for a "Boss" parking lot attendant.
Felicia thinks it's cool you had two black ex imaginary girlfriendsJust stay positive and dont ask girls of they are cold.
Cheers!.
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.