Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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.
Simple. Go to sleep and dream because this is not reality.
thats fukin ****. I just wanna bang 1250 girls raw with no condom get no stds and have 1000 kids that get paid for by other sources.
It's only early February, but this may be an early favorite for post of the year.
if tyler durden or mystery could make a seminar teaching this crap they could turn pua into a billion dollar business. 100% strike rate on students banging victoria secret models all raw dog getting them all pregnant and getting no aids or the herpes.
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 understand, but it's not reality. I want to have a threesome with Taylor Swift and Margot Robbie. This also is not reality, but it's nice to dream.
You know one is a movie character and Mystery (Erik von Markovik) had a nervious breakdown and suicidal tendencies according to his friend, Neil Strauss (author of The Game). We need to live in reality and what's achivable in life, not what we want and desire.
why the fark not man? Your a mod you should be able to bang taylor and margot at the same time.
Wish it was that easy dude.
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.
Taylor Swift?
yeah id like to finish her off busting a load after toad busts a load.
Shouldn't you be in school?
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.
To each his own. I’m not feeling the giant Viking-looking women.
