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 made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Shoulda just ate your nice lady friend. LOLz
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.
No offense, but aren't you trying to lose weight? I thought I read that from you in another thread.
Yes and I'm losing
Prob. help if you drop the carbs and deserts from your diet, or at least curb them.
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.
Get something healthy to nibble on, hell yesterday I bought a bag of pistachio and went through it more than a half, Chinese food ignore as much as possible for that sweet soy sauce in it.. I'm not as build up but I try to eat good food all the time,
I'm losing weight
I agree with that sentiment for sure... I’m trying to get extremely chiseled. I think that two cheat meals a week is probably the best way to handle it. That and making sure that the healthy food you’re eating actually tastes good.
There are people who lost weight and got a nice physique eating McDonald. As long as I eat mindfully and maintain a caloric deficit, with some cardio I will be fine as well as others even though they might have a "healthy eating disorder" Orthrexia ?
To me, if you're going to have a cheat meal, once you get to the point where you're going to eat the cheat meal, why not eat healthy instead? I mean if you got that far, just keep going.
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.
Some people chain smoke and live to be 98.
What makes you feel sluggish might not make another person feel sluggish
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
