"Why Women Dump the Guys Who Try the Hardest"

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.

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A poem i wrote to a girl back in the AFC days......read and see what u think

Lost In the Seas

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Forever I will remember,

That day in September.

When the sun was bright; the sky was light,

And cotton clouds were creamy white.

When laughter was the noise, and love was the sound,

It was you, I found.


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I remember that day we sat beside the tree,

Lying barefoot; our hearts were young, wild, and free.

We ran and chased the rabbits around,

The grass was soft; warm was the ground.

You laughed with tears when I tumbled into the lake.

You dried and dressed me up, then later we shared the stolen cake.

You ate like a cat: Pretty pink lips covered in sugar creams.

¡°Can I lick it off you?¡± I joked, but you just grinned: ¡°In your dreams!¡±

The sky turned black with the dusky sight; day was over and out came the night.

Breaths of cold wind came brushing down, and you held my right arm extra tight.

Angels Above sang to us: Earth was full of love and bliss,

We counted the shining stars, and under the moonlight you gave me a kiss.

My mind was soaring beyond expression: filled with hope and ecstasy.

I looked back at you with my stupid blank face, I dreamed it could only be a fantasy.

Oh! I wanted you to realize how I felt: If you looked into my eyes, then you would see,

The love and delight my heart contained, and just how much you meant to me.


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Because of you, meaning of love will never be the same.

All I think of is you, and it is you that I will blame.

And here I am with the white lilies in front of your lonesome tall grave.

My soul is speechless and lost in words, but underneath screaming inside a deep black cave.

Rain came pouring from the gloomy sky, as if for you also the Heaven cries,

¡°What the hell are you morning for?¡± I yelled , ¡°You just sat there and let her dies!¡±


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I unearthed a treasure,

But the pain of losing it is too much to measure.

My soul is torn: Empty except handful of doubt.

Nothing seems to matter now in this cruel world about.

And yet forever I will remember,

That day in September.

When the sun was bright; the sky was light,

And cotton clouds were creamy white.

When laughter was the noise; and love was the sound,


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It was you, I found.
 

"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."

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.

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Nice writing, but I dread to think of how she reacted to it.

The only time I wrote a poem for a girl (in my AFC days) was when I didn't want her in my life anymore. I recently pulled it out and read it. It was the 5hittiest thing I have ever written, but I didn't care. It wasnt to impress her, it was to get rid of her.
 

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it actually worked quite well...........the girl was shocked and couldn't believe that i wrote a poem for her, and she thinks it was really good........i ended up screwing up though doing something else that killed the mystery and fantasy
 

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so, did your g/f die? if she did, my condolences and that was well written. if she didn't then thats just super creepy.
 

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Originally posted by Big Eee Zee
so, did your g/f die? if she did, my condolences and that was well written. if she didn't then thats just super creepy.
:rolleyes:
 

"I'm Not Looking for Anything Serious Right Now"

When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.

Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.

Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.

The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.

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Originally posted by Big Eee Zee
well, i mean he talks about her grave and ****. thats not right.
It's a poem - yeah, the grave is a negative connotation, but maybe she is dead in his mind - as she has left.

See - there is this idea that things like this poem are "so AFC" and it would send any girl packing. The thing to remember is that this isn't universal. When you're in a LTR, these things can be quite refreshing. Doing the unexpected is always good. So if you are always alpha, always hardcore, always keeping her guessing - and then you throw a poem like this at her, that's a surprise. It's the opposite of whatever you are normally doing. It can be quite effective in showing her your "sensitive" side. This is not an inherently bad side to show. It is just a bad side to show in the sort of context that makes it expected and lame.

~Vibe~
 

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It's a poem - yeah, the grave is a negative connotation, but maybe she is dead in his mind - as she has left.

See - there is this idea that things like this poem are "so AFC" and it would send any girl packing. The thing to remember is that this isn't universal. When you're in a LTR, these things can be quite refreshing. Doing the unexpected is always good. So if you are always alpha, always hardcore, always keeping her guessing - and then you throw a poem like this at her, that's a surprise. It's the opposite of whatever you are normally doing. It can be quite effective in showing her your "sensitive" side. This is not an inherently bad side to show. It is just a bad side to show in the sort of context that makes it expected and lame.

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Rack EM!
 

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why do 2 different users say the same thing ?
 

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Originally posted by RaWBLooD
why do 2 different users say the same thing ?
I think he was quoting me and messed up. That's all. His comment is at the bottom.

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"You'll Never Feel READY to Walk Over"

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.

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Very impressive........but if it was so 'forward' and out there I'd say it woulda been great

Like I see some good parts where you talk about the past but then you get too mushy and it sort of becomes very corny, if you had waited to like the last sentence to bring up the "I Love You" stuff it would have had that powerful punch that you intended it to have, but you make to message too clear early on

I used to be an English major......
 

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I dunno whats to say, its a poem. I personally think poems are pretty gay myself, but thats just me. I also think despite what the media tells us I believe poems are wasted on chicks in the same way all creative minds are not really appreciated by chicks. Kind of like the mind of a creative engineer would be recognised for what it really is with other men but not really fully grasped to a female mind. I dont mean that to sound "misogynistic" either, its just that the logical side that fully understands the skill involved with certain things can really only be seen in a certain way, and thats not to say it doesnt work the other way aswell with men not fully understanding things that women can because of the male mind getting in the way.

Or maybe I'm just dribbling sh!t.
 

"She's Out of Your League"

You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.

Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.

She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.

Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.

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