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.
My unmodified nature was "laid back", it was attractive to them though, because I had confidence. As an adult I had to become more proactive and more assertive, "laid back" just won't get many things done. I enjoy hustling hard and earning my way forward.
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.
I can hear the divorce lawyers rubbing their hands together from across the Atlantic and Mediterranean.
That's actually the answer to alot of these questions.
It's the same as when u r profiling a bunch of dogs, you'd automatically know which one is the dominant dog and which are the passive dogs.
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.
All I know is I don't mind the thought of dying alone. I cherish the thought of such a peaceful deathbed.
And you're a passive man too, just like goodstuff but the opposite of his personality.
Spaz you know nothing about me. I'm not passive. I'm a proactive person who goes after what he wants. But i won't chase women because it's pointless.
Being passive is a bad thing?
I would have to back up so far to be passive. It's not happening. Just not there. I don't like to lay back.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Who here doesn't know that u r an intellectual?
And who here doesn't know that u r an expressive man? That you yearn for love? That you have lots of love to give out?
Still here with that expressive man talk, love ya Spaz
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.
Was I wrong abt you?Still here with that expressive man talk, love ya Spaz
Nah everything was on point with me, so I spent this year correcting my weaknesses - I did well but you can't change who you ultimately are
Agreed. I was just looking into my ancestor Dagobert (I), Merovingian King of Francia:
en.wikipedia.org
So far, I have discovered that I am a descendant of children of Dagobert and both Nanthild & Ragentrude.
I think I have few other half-cousin sanguinations from other king/emperors. I also have some half-cousin sanguinations from gals that remarried after being widowed. And Dagobert had this beauty of a grandmother Fredegund:
Love will put wind in my sails and add to the motion i have. Whereas fighting and having women play games and compete slows me down and puts my focus on things i don't care about at the time.
Yes i think its better for certain things. Not as good for others.
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.