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.
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.
From what I've seen, most girls don't give a fvck if you're a virgin or not. A few girls wanted to take my V plates, but I was looking to lose it to someone I was really in to. I sorta said "fvck that" though. Girl who I lost it to is really cool though. We dated for a bit, but we decided to just stay friends. I know the "just friends" thing has bad connotation on this board, but I really do like her more as a friend than a girl I was dating.pyros said:so why would you lie to a girl about you being virgin?
I mean, first time I banged one girl, I said I was not virgin because I thougth it would kill her attraction to me, but does it really?
I always wondered.
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.
Yeah I think you're right MisterD. I woke up today after last night and had sort of an awakening I guess. I'm really getting over the whole party scene. The only reason why I go out on the weekend is cause it's something to do. I want to focus my time away from it all and spend my leisure time doing things that are good for me. Like hiking, riding my bike, studying new things, rock climbing, etc.. Not drinking, doing drugs (minus marijuana and occasional psychedelics), or participating in the whole MTV hook up culture stuff.MisterD said:Alex congrats on your progress.
However, if you're genuinely concerned about catching stuff, or your tired of getting drunk and hooking up with these party girls, if you feel you deserve more/want more/expect more from women, change your scene
the object at first was to get laid, you've gotten over that hurdle. now it's about setting standards for yourself.
I hear you man. I'm in college and i'm not really into that whole scene. I just feel like with girls like that, it's not a good measure of your value. If I wasn't at the bar that night she would have just gone home with another dude. I was just in the right place at the right time.Alex DeLarge said:Yeah I think you're right MisterD. I woke up today after last night and had sort of an awakening I guess. I'm really getting over the whole party scene. The only reason why I go out on the weekend is cause it's something to do. I want to focus my time away from it all and spend my leisure time doing things that are good for me. Like hiking, riding my bike, studying new things, rock climbing, etc.. Not drinking, doing drugs (minus marijuana and occasional psychedelics), or participating in the whole MTV hook up culture stuff.
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.