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.
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.
haha sweet.Originally posted by fender85
"I was deciding which one of you I wanted . . ."
Also...asked her if she thought cats would like grilled tuna and egg flavor, and how I thought it strange that they have all this tuna and steak flavored cat food, as if centuries ago wild cats were roaming the earth, diving into the ocean and hunting tuna, or singlehandedly taking down cows. Also talked about how I thought they should have field mouse and bird flavored cat food, as my cat seemed to prefer them. Also a highly successful little opener.
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.
I dated a really tall chick one time, was awesome.Originally posted by The Bad Ass Canadian
I walked up to this really tall model-looking girl... she had to be about 6'6"...... she was REALLY tall.
I had this rediculous over exagerrated, funny, goofy expresson on my face, all wide-eyed and sh!t, and i just burst out in an overblown Jim Carrey style
"Holy fvck, you're tall!!!!!!! you must get ALL the chicks!!!!"
she saw that i was just being a goof ball, so she busted up laughing. I never thought it would work, and expected to get slapped or worse by this mammoth chick, but she was really cool about it. Needless to say i was in a crazy mood so i didn't really care what the outcome was either way. I never picked her up, but we had a good convo, and she was a wicked chick... just too tall for me, hahaha.
Just curious: tall compared to you or to girls in generalOriginally posted by Tomb
I dated a really tall chick one time, was awesome.
She's 6'3.Originally posted by sparky1981
Just curious: tall compared to you or to girls in general
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.