She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
These gold diggers are much worse than prostitutesIn other words, they are prostitutes. But now we call them "sugar babies". Right....
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.
A horny man sees what he wants to see.The thing about this is the women are NOT THAT HOT.
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.
Posting in a thread just to complain about it?Probably one of the more pointless threads I've seen for a while. I love it when people quote statistics on the internet.
"Nearly 50% of gold diggers are college students". [Where the other 50% are women of any age].
I mean, next you'll be trying to tell us that grass is green and the sky is blue.
Lol.. learn to read.These videos are like all the other videos on youtube. You can search through the tens of thousands of college students and find the ten or twenty you need to make your point.
All you really need to do is sort these girls out and stop complaining about how horrible women are.
I didn't say either. What are you reading?Says almost 50% of gold diggers are college students.. NOT almost 50% of college students are gold diggers.
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.
Fair point.That's a good question. But no, i wouldn't.
And the difference, from what i can gather, is that these types enjoy the feeling of being looked after.
The girl who i knew, couldn't be alone. Moved to the UK with boyfriend, broke up, then moved in with this guy that spoiled her. No one allowed round there when he was at home, but he was always out on business, and that's when i could go around.
I'm the complete opposite in personality type, and would never go for such a thing.
No different than why i'm not desperate to date someone for a valentines day, or whatever. It's a completely different biology.
Men are both motivated and demotivated by sex more, i reckon.
What were you babbling about then?I didn't say either. What are you reading?
No thanks, I'm good.Posting in a thread just to complain about it? Go find another one. There are hundreds lol.
Complaining about gold diggers and money again, when your go to strategy is to hand out 'business cards'.Posting in a thread just to complain about it?
There are hundreds of other threads here for you to read if you don't like this one lol.
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.