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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Dude that's really REALLY mean. Why would you say that? Are you a mean person?Originally posted by Chrisman
I'm with Duamutef. After reading his thread with Shez in it I can't take it.
Shez, you're a little *****. You have 1500 posts of reiterated crap. When you get this many posts, all you got is internet game, not to mention, you act like King **** and you're only some 19 year old punk. In the words of an old hockey coach, "You're dead anyway. You might aswell tie a brick to your **** and jump out a window."
Just a note, Duamutef's posts weren't meant to be offensive, but mine are.
Do us all a favour, and shut your mouth.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Wow, you'll be an engineer...Congratulations!Originally posted by Duamutef
I'll be an engineer in about six months. I've never painted a model aircraft. You're nobody but an idiot, my friend.
Soon enough, I'll be among the gotha of modern state-of-art engineers. Italian, especially Piedmontese aerospace engineers are well known for their pursuit of excellence. Just Google a bit about Turin's Polytechnic.
What are you, instead? A little 19 years-old prick that comes from Britain's a$$hole? Is your town even listed on maps, your little cry-baby pvssy?
Thank God you've got a little popularity inside here, immature fvck. This forum will be the highlight of your life, loser. And lousy dreamer, 10'000 approches my ass. Try your way with 100'000 w4nks instead. You'd be far more successful.
My God, it's so easy to put you back to your place, you're so ignorant, my friend. It's such a luck there are still idiots like you around. You give me a chance to feel better than you. And most importantly, better than the nameless losers that keep licking your a$$.
Model aircrafts...![]()
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.
Oh shut Up Shezzler has had more quality approaches than you have gotten laid.Originally posted by Rec_rejection_phobic
it isn't about the amout of aproches you do, it's the quality of approces that you do do.
Sarge On
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.
Wanna come on grammar.com with me, dumba$$?Originally posted by The_Shezzler
no one cares man - let if go!
Ugh! This hurts! :crackup:Originally posted by The_Shezzler
Please forgive me oh masterful grape picker!
Originally posted by Duamutef
(most of them were drunk...).
I've got game... Oh my God, I'm the fvcking show! ^_^Originally posted by The_Shezzler
They had to be drunk - from what he says - He has no game and his picture says even more.
Sarge On...
(Enough with the flaming - On with the Approaches)
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.