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.
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.
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.
fat typically = unhealthy. It doesn't take societal conditioning to weed out unhealthy people.bigjohnson said:It's just western societal conditioning.
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.
speakeasy said:I think tastes vary from generation to generation as far as weight, but one thing remains a constaint, and that's the right hip to waist ratio. A woman can be large or small, but if she has that .7 hip to waist ratio, I'll think she's sexy as hell.
You want a woman who looks like a manatee?Kev07 said:This might be a winner.
For me, as long as the woman isn't jiggling all over, looks like a manatee, and has that decent hip to waist ratio, she's a winner
Someone should tell a bunch of women that.Master Bates said:^ All those women are still within the range of "fit". There's a difference between vuluptuous and overweight.
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.
If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life,st_99 said:This thread actually makes me think about a causal friend of mine who is engaged to a fat chick.
When a guy marries a fat girl, does that mean he doesnt think that highly of himself in terms of being able to land a normal weight girl?
This guy is not fat be he's kind of dorky although he dresses well. He just has a choir boy innocent image about him.
I don't know, I just want to know what goes through somebodys head when they decide they want to marry an obese chick because
I would have to be single for a loooooooooooooooooong time before I start looking in that direction
rrrrr said:Marilyn Monroe trumps Kate Moss any day of the week. I like voluptuous women with big boobs and as long as she's not fat I'm fine. I don't care so much about the butt. However when there's a skinny girl who takes care of herself and is thin and shapely that's awesome too.
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.