AFK Protector
Master Don Juan
I worry for you my friend....I worry.Originally posted by bfl
im gonna start collage this summer
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.
I worry for you my friend....I worry.Originally posted by bfl
im gonna start collage this summer
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.
lol i tried to say college, lolOriginally posted by AFK Protector
I worry for you my friend....I worry.
Right! The only field where a GPA matters is if you are going into the academic field. And even then, no one cares what your GPA was as an undergrad once you get an advanced degree (Masters or PhD) even if the GPA for that is a bit lower.Thing is, a lot of people are wise to the fact that graduating at the top or bottom of your class means nothing 10 years down the road.Originally posted by Interpol
I too am surprised so many of you are picking the 4.0. Honestly, grades are nothing but letters on a piece of paper. College is a time to learn what you want to and do what you want to, because you'll never have that freedom again.
Work never ends, but eventually college does.
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.
I'm not saying you should be a slacker and flunk out, but 3.5 and fun is more valuable than a 4.0 could ever be.Originally posted by ShortTimer
Don't listen to the slacker and the haters that all want you to be losers like them. Get the fookin' 4.0!
Originally posted by Yotsuya-san
Thing is, a lot of people are wise to the fact that graduating at the top or bottom of your class means nothing 10 years down the road.
Originally posted by pff
I don't care about the money anyway, I guess I'm doing it just because I can.
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.