Keep the stories coming.You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to yuppaz again.
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.
Keep the stories coming.You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to yuppaz again.
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.
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.
When you don't feel right about yourself(being tired/fatigued), it affects the world around you. And then when you feel like that a hot woman you didn't expect falls into your lap. It happened to me last weekend. haha What a bad feeling where you don't feel like approaching, and then something kicks in.yuppaz said:Ok, so last night I went out, was feeling kinda tired & frustrated so didn't approach very much and generally didn't have an amazing time. But, for some weird reason, same as last w/e I met and was sitting with an absolute stunner, very very beautiful. easy 9. I thought that I was all good with this stuff, with my self image and just being me, but maybe it was the night, her high opinion of herself (not *****y, just knew she was haut haut haut), the fact that she didn't show any obvious interest like i'm used to but I totally bombed...TOTALLY. I was obviously trying to impress her, negging (yuck) , not leading at al/. It was laughably bad compared to my usual cool. I got her number but I doubt it amounts to much...out of sight out of mind stuffs. It was really good to find out that there is still a glitch in my little matrix, so now I have reason to work on it. Also good to know (not that this was a reminder of it) but I actually, really can have girls like this. I know how I ****ed up last night and I know exactly. what I need to do about it. My dominance and leading and self value aren't quite as THERE as I thought they were......so sh*tty thing but also really good thing to know fo sho.
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.
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 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.