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.
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.
Translation: I'm a bimbo. Don't tell me you voted for Trump until after you bang me."If you didn't vote for Biden don't message me"
I agree with pointing out the awful behavior of females.A number of Incels invaded this forum starting in February, it seems.
Just ignore them and they'll eventually go away.
Yeah "no hookups but here I am looking like the dirtiest slvt you've ever seen" lol SMHYou forgot:
No hookups! But here’s a pic of my tits or me in a bathing suit or underwear
Here’s my Instagram so you can add me and give me more attention. Cash app if I’m feeling extra gold diggy.
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.
Funny thing...Real talk.
Not looking to hook up. Here's a picture of my tits. I like caviar.Her profile picture:
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Her BIO:
Not looking for hooking up, what happened to chivalry?