AFK Protector
Master Don Juan
I worry for you my friend....I worry.Originally posted by bfl
im gonna start collage this summer
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
I worry for you my friend....I worry.Originally posted by bfl
im gonna start collage this summer
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.