I have a nice girlfriend and kind of have always gone down that route. But I'm lusting after all these hot,tanned, blonde *****es. I mean *****es literally too. Are those kind of girls worthwhile in a relationship or are nice girls the way to go?
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.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Keep it that way.bud_2005 said:I have a nice girlfriend and kind of have always gone down that route.
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.
BS....as slut.ty as these girls acts, seems to me like they ain't hooking up that often. If you can find ones that are good in bed, then thry're the exception, not the rule.The Deacon said:and all the meanwhile have the best sex of your life.
let me sing yous a little song...bud_2005 said:I wouldn't know but I just assumed all these hot tanned blondes were freaks in the sheets.
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.
????penkitten said:let me sing yous a little song...
" What rolls down stairs?
Alone or in pairs?
Rolls over the neighbor's dog?
It's great for a snack, it fits on your back,
It's LOG, LOG, LOG!
It's Log, it's Log, it's big, it's heavy, it's wood!
It's Log, it's Log, it's better than bad, it's good!
Everyone wants a Log!
You're gonna love it, Log!
Come on and get your Log!
Everyone needs a Log!"
she's bad in bed... she's a log!bud_2005 said:????![]()