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.
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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
This.Having said that, I do not use women. I make it VERY clear what I want, I do not lie to women, lead them on, or treat them with anything other than respect. I look for women that want the same things I do.
+ 1, I believe the question shouldnt be too broad and give me a behaviour she is showing and then we can talk about how should my daughter ( if I had one) or women be treated in returnThis question is idiotic.
A better question is: "Would you be happy for your stripper daughter to be treated the way you treat strippers?". A stripper is a certain type of woman that gets treated a certain type of way.
I treat women a certain way depending on the type of woman I'm dealing with. A person's daughter can be any type of woman. So the question is stupid.
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.
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.
Notice her words...she brags "about the places we go" NOT about you...Yes I would be happy for her to be treated the same way I treat women, even stripper women.
My current date told me she "brags about the places we go together". It helps to yelp.
For me, the last 5 years have been a collection of quality versus quantity. I've had one date per week and one girl per month and one state per year, and I've taken my dates to the finest restaurants where we shared a few appetizers and drank wine. Compare that to memories of spilling Taco Bell on the seat of my Cutlass in 1993 and joking "Big Beef", and I'm happier now.
You're right. Your girl meanwhile says "I love Jeremy, even though he takes me to McDonald's".Notice her words...she brags "about the places we go" NOT about you...
I don't think you are wrong at all. Throwing money at women always works.You're right. Your girl meanwhile says "I love Jeremy, even though he takes me to McDonald's".
But wait, why would my girl spill all the beans right away? Do you think she's going to say "I told my friend I think you're hot and I hope you tie me up and blindfold me"? Her saying "I brag about you" is probably a good thing.
BTW this girl spent the entire day today, right up to this minute, texting me novel-length texts, ending by calling me her "love". So much for marmel's bigneil-is-always-wrong theory.
Your daughter will only grow up wanting the..."bad boys" if you do a poor job raising her and she grows up with no self respect.It's all about being realistic and accepting the truth. The truth is that women love bad boys, the truth is that life ain't fair, the truth is that millionaires are chilling on their yachts while poor people are starving, the truth is that predatory animals eat other animals to stay alive, the truth is that nature is not cruel, only pitilessly indifferent. You can't change it, only accept it. The moment you decide to start a family is when you accept the fact that it is likely that your daughter is going to fall in love with a bad boy.
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.