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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Le Parisien said:I would rather sleep with a thin 45 year old woman than a fat chick... Say "NO" to fat chicks!:kick:
This coming from a guy who exclusively goes for the twenty something young girls...![]()
Well in the UK the sizes differ. So a 6-8 is more like your 3-5typical said:Ok size 3-5 = small skinny girl flat chested to a size a bra, small and petite you can bounce her all night long, but she might feel a bit boney to you.
Size 6 = the wonder size, girls look damn hot in this size everyone knows that they are, just skinny enough and have just the right amount of curves, its these girls that turn you rock hard at a moments notice, most of them have A-B size bras some C's but thats rare and hot property.
Size 8-10 = 8 aint that bad looking a bit chubby but you cant tell at all, 10 just a little bit bigger not that much and if she's tall then she'll look normal as hell, they normally have C size bras.
Reread my post buddy, I said "thin 45 year old woman", the stress is put on "thin"...Vince said:a 45 year old fat chick?
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
Dude, that was a golden opportunity to lose your virginity without having to worry about what the broad thought of your performance.Luke Skywalker said:In my mind I would, but in practise, I had an opportunity to seriously go after a FUG I meet from the internet, and actually passed it earlier this year. She was open to all my sexual fantasies, but I flaked out.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.