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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
I'm really just an alcoholic I guess. I normally avoid hard drugs.
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Bro, get help for both. At 30, you shouldn't be putting yourself through this. It will not end well if you do not seek help. A good friend of my got hooked on hard drugs. He offed himself while talking to me on the phone. He thought Russian Roulette with a loaded gun would be fun for himself. He was wrong. Don't be that guy. You're better than that.
Once you fall behind the ball its hard to catch up again. I always live hard. My jobs are always hard. I drink hard. I'm not sure what to do sometimes. I know a place i can go though in Florida. I'm an alcoholic. I just hate asking for help. I hate to admit i need it.
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.
Wow stereotypes. I bet some do.
Replace the destructive hobbies with constructive ones. You probably have heaps of passion and intensity.
The first step is usually the hardest. Sometimes, we cannot do everything on our own. No shame in asking for help to break an addiction. There's also AA (http://www.aa.org/) and NA (http://www.na.org/) to consider as well.
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.
Feeding what?
You really think I'm lying? Dude. Cmon
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.
Sunbtch
yes, based on his other posts, he partakes in substances
Not accusing, etc, but this is all a bit of a stereotype. In my experience all races, shades and wealth classes partake in any kind of drug.
Crack just hits faster then powder. Good crack is good crack and will make your ears ring. All it is, is basically freebase but it was originally called "ready rock".
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.
