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.
So fellas, find a church-- if you don't have one...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.
Good stuff again, J.John-467 said:NO
Religion won't help you, religion at it's CORE, is all about CONTROL. If God exists, it really wouldn't matter ANYWAY because he has no DIRECT INVOLVEMENT in our present day life. You might not like this, but it's so.
If God exists it wouldn't matter until we died anyway as then we would be PUNISHED for our "sins." But wait a minute, the Holy Bible says that if you repent to God, because Jesus died for our sins, all of our sins are forgiven...so then why stop sining then?
Sorry, God is nothing more than another Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, and Hulk Hogan (old WWF when you were 2 years old and thought it was real lol).
Instead of becoming "religious" become "human."
The more "human" you become the more you will enjoy "human life." lol
>> Eliminate bullshyt theories
>> Stop sterotyping everything
>> Let go and just learn how to SMILE and KEEP SMILING through it all.
If shyt happens becoming pissed off WON'T CHANGE IT, actually becoming pissed off HINDERS you from DEALING WITH IT.
Learn how to just be "human" that is, love yourself, love your surroudnings, love other people, and DEAL with ANYTHING that comes at you STRAIGHT ON.
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.
That fits with my bit like 2 ends of a puzzle, J.
We'll trade beers on it. I'll get you a Bud Light, and you get me Gulden Draak Trippel Ale. 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.
You have attained chick logic satori, iqqi
(Bon blows kiss, misses elusive target by 2 meters ...)