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.
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.
How does he even know the kid belongs to the supposed military rapist guy? How many other unanswered questions are there that will eventually drive him crazy?Scormus said:If you were spinning plates you would be able to next this hoe much more easily.
The only way I would even consider staying with her is if she got rid of the kid. No way I am dealing with that kid. If she was raped she should want to abort it.fizzlestyx said:I don't know anyone in her chain of command, so all my information comes from her. Supposedly she reported this as rape at some point, and he is facing court martial for this and other incidents. She says the military ordered a paternity test and that he is definitely the father.
I'm busy with work and school but it wouldn't be impossible to find someone else. I'm not sobbing into her voicemail or anything, and i have few illusions about her maturity or trustworthiness. Given her history i never really did. But like i said we got close and i want to at least talk before i completely move on
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
No abortion? Then you are gone. Don't you dare even think about being involved with that kid.fizzlestyx said:She was about 5 weeks pregnant when she found out. She said she was on her way to the abortion clinic and couldn't go through with it - she'd done some research and was too freaked out by the progress the embryo had already made. Refer to post title...
Then again, that was before she told me and I let her know I wouldn't be a part of that. It's been a few days and she already spent one night in the hospital, so maybe she changed her mind.
So he should beat the crap out of the guy, so he can get arrested and go to prison for assault, all because of a womans word? Let me know how that turns out for you. You are a white knight.Weezzyy said:Your women says she got raped by another man and you want to be supportive??? Leave that supportive sh1t for her friends, what you should have done was beat the sh1t out of the other guy for doing something like that to the women you love, unless you actually don't care about her and make her move away from you instead of protecting her and her dignity.. I don't understand people anymore..
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.
Have you seen any PROOF of this military paternity test or just what she says? There should be some paperwork that she will be happy to show you.fizzlestyx said:As I said, she claims that the military performed a paternity test which concluded he is the father. I passed judgment before I asked about the timeline of her official report, but after she left I realized that implied a serious investigation. I don't have the actual paperwork but this is more ambiguous than I'd first realized. I didn't ask his name; it wouldn't have meant anything to me after she told me she didn't know where to find him.
I'm certain she wasn't lying about the paternity test. She would have had every reason to make me believe it's mine.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
Good!fizzlestyx said:Right now she won't even talk to me, much less come over and show me a stack of paperwork.
Why would you even want to date a military chic? They turn me off more than fat lesbians. They are men with a p/ssy, not feminine at all. I wish the OP would just wash his hands of this chic, but he is a slave to her p/ssy.PairPlusRoyalFlush said:Dont trust women in the military.
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.