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.
I'm not saying that is the ONLY way to be what I would call a real man. If you are able to walk away from a chick like this, then you are likely able to disregard what someone like me says. Just because you are nearing 40 and can't walk away from a woman like this doesn't mean you need to insult someone younger than you who can. Toughen up.
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.
Coming from a teenybopper? Truly hilarious.
Funny how this teenybopper is tougher than you at 41. Shouldn't you be focusing on other things right now instead of reading around on a forum telling you how to get laid at 41 years old? Here's a movie that depicts you: http://m.imdb.com/title/tt0405422/
If you commit suicide or even think about committing suicide because of someone else hurting your feelings, you are a fvcking pvssy. No ifs ands or buts about it. Your passive aggressive post is an ego push too you hypocrite.
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.
Oh dear. Such a BOY!
