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.
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.
65% of people know that about 87% of statistics are made on the spot. Its true.L777 said:No you haven't.
The truth at last.
A friend of mine who happens to be a psychologist told me that people who brag (especially when they can't prove the boast) are insecure 99.99% (Nothing can be 100% in the field of psychology, thats the highest) of the time, and lying 98% of the time.
I would bet my house that you are full of s.hit, little boy.
Sooooo.............. You got a GF, and you **** new girls every night, and you want to date a HB10 that you met on myspace....skip2mylou781 said:and if it makes HER feel any better, i just ****ed a girl yesterday and im gonna **** my gf tomorro nite.........still tho, despite my obvious lack of morals, i WANTED TO SEE HER lol.....is this karma or wat?
Ummm, greed? Hey, just trying to play Devil's advocate...Call_Me_Daddy said:Sooooo.............. You got a GF, and you **** new girls every night, and you want to date a HB10 that you met on myspace....
WTF?
Anybody else care to explain? Or have I got it all wrong?
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.
cuz i only am her bf in HER eyes....in my eyes, im just ****in her every time i see her....but she is nice so its all good.....im a player, deff not a nice guy when it comes to girls ever since i used to be differentbelividere said:I'm just busting your balls with that last line.
Sh1t happens when we least expect it, or at least when we least hope for it too. So yeah I guess that really is karma huh.
WTF are you doing dating a girl if want to be fvcking a new girl every night?
Only in her eyes? but, you just said before that she was your girlfriend?skip2mylou781 said:cuz i only am her bf in HER eyes....in my eyes, im just ****in her every time i see her....but she is nice so its all good.....im a player, deff not a nice guy when it comes to girls ever since i used to be different
I'll believe it when I see it. Any chance of a link to her elusive MySpace?skip2mylou781 said:this girl was perfect lookswise to me....and she wanted to go on a date....aka i had a chance to **** a perfect 10, and then she flaked....i dont care how many 8's or 9s i ****ed, i WANTED her sooooooooooo badly
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.
You need to make things clear, instead of claiming something then having to backtrack and explain yourself. If she's not your girlfriend, don't claim otherwise.skip2mylou781 said:killacam - she thinks shes my gf cuz thats what i told her to keep her around, when to ME shes just a glorified **** buddy who i **** a few times a week who i do NOT take seriously, thats what i meant........as for the girls myspace, i can only imagine some faggot posting to her what im saying here (l777 for instance, or dreamxhenry) so im sorry i gotta keep her page private
w/e college is back in session, im gonna go find girls in my 2nd most favorite place - college parties!
KillaCam said:MySpace just owned you. Big time.
Allow me. This guy is full of s.hit, its been discussed and agreed upon by the majority in the past. If you look at his claims, you'll realise that theyr'e completely inconsistent,and when you call him out on this , he just starts typing **** and ****, obviously cos the guy's gutted that he's been caught out. Hope this helps.Call_Me_Daddy said:Sooooo.............. You got a GF, and you **** new girls every night, and you want to date a HB10 that you met on myspace....
WTF?
Anybody else care to explain? Or have I got it all wrong?
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Actually, you could just post the image locations without giving away the profile, like this. Not that I care if you do or not, just saying you technically can.skip2mylou781 said:i can only imagine some faggot posting to her what im saying here (l777 for instance, or dreamxhenry) so im sorry i gotta keep her page private
:crackup: :crackup: :crackup: AHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! That's all he's got!!skip2mylou781 said:dude ur the only retard, along with maybe 3 others who think im full of shyt........get a ****in life u moron........ur better yet come to boston so i can kick ur dumb british ass
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.