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.
I'd suggest that the above is not 'biological' but a residue of the old culture [middle class bourgeois], which itself was a secularization of the old religion. It is a cultural conflict at play, competing narrative forces, within your own psyche.
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.
Honey, might I interest you in some home decor?
Soooo true. They have conditioned us to not give a fu*k. I keep telling women, players are not born...they are made. Being flaked on, ghost and rejected turns the most idealistic of men into womanizers and "jerks".
Ironically, the tightest vagina I have ever sampled was in Amsterdam; this gal knew how to control her muscles (she told me how she has worked on them!) - like a freaking vice grip!