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BlueAlpha1
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I love all of this. Great stuff guys. This is some TERRIBLE advice.
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.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
That wasn't advice, it was a direct threat.I just thought of one. Not quite advice from an elder but the ole "stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about". Used very often by my parents.
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.
^This. Even if that ideal person for you DOES exist, what is the probability that you will meet that person? Probably very low."don't worry. there is someone special for everyone"
BS. You still gotta be somone worth knowing. This fairytale bs is what gives fat neck beards an excuse to never leave the basement. And there's not just one. If you have good frame there will be more than one.
Yes, especially in the short term.^This. Even if that ideal person for you DOES exist, what is the probability that you will meet that person? Probably very low.
Yep it was. I think most of my childhood I spent avoiding the wrath of my crazy parents. I did learn something though. How not to treat my children.That wasn't advice, it was a direct threat.
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.
Fair enough. It can happen in the long term. No guarantee, but it's worth it for us to try.Yes, especially in the short term.
ProvidenceFair enough. It can happen in the long term. No guarantee, but it's worth it for us to try.
Persisting could also mean chasing.The absolute worst advice I ever got was to "confidently persist". "Be sexual" etc. Much of this is so context based it shouldn't be written. Most of the time nexting is the answer and for god sake protect yourself as it's totally unwise to persist with one woman. If it's the wrong woman, it could cost you.
"buy a renault. They are great cars. "
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
Women love a chump who will do repairs to their abode free or charge on the pretense they might get s ex. Newsflash. ...work away you are not getting any.6. "Women love a guy that is handy around the house
That's the some solid advice right there. You don't score any points for doing repairs or hanging stuff on walls for women. There are 6 other dudes in her contact list that are ready and willing to come over and help her. Let them do it and get nothing from it. Nice guys finish last here! If it doesn't make the vagina tingle, don't waste your time.Women love a chump who will do repairs to their abode free or charge on the pretense they might get s ex. Newsflash. ...work away you are not getting any.
Yeah, I love that one about the "universe". That's become a buzz word for this new age "spirituality" that is a watered down religion which is essentially summed up as "good things come to those who wait".Any variant of "the universe will provide you X, Y, and Z".
Bullsh*t. No it won't. Or it won't in the frequency/timescale that I want it to.
That is the typical female mindset. It comes from wearing make-up, being passive, and waiting for someone with testosterone to do something.
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.