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.
yeah i dont think my smile is hot thoThey're looking for pity or they're trying to look cool. When I post a picture of myself, I'm usually smiling. It makes a big difference.
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.
lucky ur smile is goodI had a work-related experience very recently.
I had gone to a client's place to do some work, but the client wasn't ready and the house manager wasn't around. They asked me to leave my number so the house manager could call me when they were ready for me to come do the work.
I eventually got a phone call from the house manager telling me they were ready for me to return. So I show up and meet the house manager who is a tall, thin, hot blonde. She stayed with me most of the time I was doing my work.
After I had left, I received a text message from her...
"Just HAD to say.. you have a great smile. made my day thanks "
If I wasnt in an exclusive relationship, I would have easily turned that into a date.