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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.
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.
Youve had women outright ridicule you for being single? Damn, Im 27, soon to be 28, and Ive yet to have that happen. Maybe its something Ill soon experience, but usually when I tell any women Im not ready for a relationship and am trying to get my life in order, they agree with my plan. I top it off by saying I dont want to rush and end up committed to someone who's wrong for me...and I dont ever get shamed for saying that. And this is all women...friends, acquaintances, romantic interests, etc....none have shamed me.TyTe`EyEz said:A town of 600? Dude, I live in a college town of 300,000.
What's your point? Are you saying I should move to this country and "man up?"
Fvck that.
I'm sick of being ridiculed by women because I'm not married yet. They can eat another d1ck. I don't want anything to do with them.
I'm sick of women projecting their desperateness on me; I swallowed the red pill several years ago. KontrollerX and Burroughs gave it to me.
Samspade, fvck these b1tches, man. What's the ****ing point anymore?
She didn't like being faithful to her man, so she started her own all-woman town as a backlash. Hopefully natural selection will render them unfruitful with children and the entire town will die off in 75 years or so. The ones that realize it's a trap that leads to extinction will leave and find men in other parts of the world.The unusual settlement was founded by Maria Senhorinha de Lima, branded an adulterer and excommunicated after fleeing her forced marriage.
Other women rejected by society joined her in isolation
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Danger said:It sounds like a great place to pass through and visit for a week. The right week.
Once you know which week they are ovulating you know when to attend. Then let them fight eachother over you in a bloody battle, and make sure to ignore the winner and fvk the hottest one anyways.
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.
Happens, no issues. Hope you are doing well. Take CareTyTe`EyEz said:I didn't mean any offense to you, original poster. I was drunk ranting.