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.
No, I said he shouldn't reach out again to her for a few days. That doesn't mean he shouldn't also fvck around with other ladies. Contacting a lady sooner would not be a good idea according to AMS. He actually says to wait a week or so. Not to create fake value, but to build attraction and focus on other ladies in the meantime.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
I couldn't get her to allow me to bring a bottle of wine over, doubtful she'll do anything back at her place now. I just wonder if it's worth even meeting up.
AMS suggests to say the same too. He states to ask her what day she available so it doesn't look like you have nothing to do. So if she can do a Saturday, don't come back with Friday, come back with Sunday, not with then Friday as it shows low value. No high value man would be open both Friday and Saturday of the same week. Only following AMS's book and videos. They've worked well for me and helped land dates.
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.
Search his Patreon. You'll find it.