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.
lol@loading a wiki page then "ZZZZT!!!" www.purplejohn.comVulpine said:
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.
Fantastic, I'mnottatroll, we get it. Purple. Whoop-de-do. You're better off talking about purple, and not the point of the forum, and I didn't care what that was to begin with.Vulpine said:
It's a tossup at this point. Purple, or cowbell. Pick. Wait though, there's a couple more, now... I'm on a roll.BeDJ said:
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.
I would hit the shift key to type your name, BeDJ. No, I typed it with due respect, man. How does Alt+F work on ƒaggot as viewed? Is it the same "musical" "ƒ" that I see? :nono:.BeDJ said:
Alright,Vulpine said:
Kick down $0.50 and you could get 5 hybrid hazenut bushes @ 3.50 a pop. Five hundred years' worth of 60% [Coppiced every 5 years after the first 7-ish years] more oil by weight than soybeans. Plant 'em once, perrenial done, not every year like soybeans. Plus, you get the biomass by-products of coppicing and the by-products of husking, hulling, and coppicing.BeDJ said:
Dude you aer so fvcking retarted, you understanmd that bunana plants ge5t the same revenue in 100 years. I hope you arent a weall street trader because i'd demolish you at an amzing .025% Srs, where did you go to school? Harvartd? LOL scrub.Vulpine said:
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.
YEAH! BeDJ!MidnightCity said:
What's the Purple to Midnight conversion rate?
That wasn't me! Now answerr my question in the beginning! FVCCCCKLKKK!@Vulpine said:
BeDJ said:
I definitely hear you and other SoSuavers, I'm going to dump that b!tch. Anyways, the other hand is giving me a lot of kino lately....Explain that, beta faggots!Vulpine said:
Alright you little cvnt I just next my s|ut and her fvcking priviledges called the cops. If I were to meet you in real life, I'd beat the sh!t out of you for that advice.Vulpine said:
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
I really don't think so, a young doofus like me with 10K posts could have more rep than your much more experienced soul. Whose line is it anyway? Where the points don't matter and black people are funny as hell. When you reach max green levels, you have a sense of false accomplishment. When I had one green bar in 2012, I was much more eager and hungry than I am now. Maybe we can do a Call of Duty System, where you can enter "Prestige Mode." That way you can keep on improving. Unfortunately, you can't reset your rep. I think it would be a fun idea to make alternative accounts and see how much rep points you can obtain in the shortest amount of posts possible. I think my Rep pointzekko said:
ost record was 10:1Agree. I think whenever you read about a new tactic or routine, or new theory, try to boil it down to the underlying principles. You start seeing the same pattern emerge, or that it is really something you already knew under a different name several years ago.Espi said:
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.
