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.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
and there it is. my new coach is DAVID RICKS !!!" yea man i love talking about this stuff, I'll teach you EVERYTHING I know. "
Hah, there's name droppin for ya. Did she give you her name? If she's lifted with a bunch of the top strength coaches she's probably known herself(esp with a 300 bench!!!) That's no easy feat, and an almost impossible one for a woman even with juice.She told me she lifted with dave tate and every single respectable name in the strength and conditioning family.
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.
Drum&Bass said:My gym is becoming loaded with lifting celebrities. This diesel body builder chick who think benches over 300 and squats over 500 see's me training this dude and asks which template i was studying. I told her I followed alot of west side stuff, but I quit following other peopls stuff and did my own style of training. She told me she lifted with dave tate and every single respectable name in the strength and conditioning family.
I told her my plans to open my own gym and she told me her plans of starting a strongman lifting club. I then introduced her to dave ricks and now, im gonna unite all the strongest people at my gym into a sick lifting community.
I've also shifted my focus. I've decided to emphasize my upper body training in order to hit 315 on the bench. after i hit 315 the next goal is 500 on the squat.
instead of putting down my numbers Im just gonna focus on Program Design.
for now until Im better conditioned for this new routine i created.
Mon
Rack Bench Press (pressing from the lowest position)
Rack Lockouts
One Arm DB row (Heavy weight Hi-Rep)
Power Rows (exercise I made up using a hammer strength squat lunge machine)
Farmers Walk
Face Pulls
Wed
Band Bench Press
Ply Push Ups
Fri circuit training for 10 rounds
Pull Ups
Dips
Farmers walk (pinching plates together)
I haven't done wed. work out yet so Im not sure how its gonna work out but so far my programs have been money !
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.
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.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.