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.
LiveFreeX said:Look up the term gutter oil on google. You'll see why I prefer McD's over Chinese.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
LMAOOOOOOO well played. well played. :crackup:Malice said:Why do you eat that crap anyway? Doesn't your wife cook? My wife cooks every night, and she will pack me a lunch in the morning if I need it. Your perfect chinese wife doesn't cook??
Did you check out gutter oil? They get the oil from sewage and waste, refine it and it looks like good cooking oil.switch said:LMAOOOOOOO well played. well played. :crackup:
It's a great sandwich until you need a triple bypass. Look at Bill Clinton and Big Macs. For kids it's good but not as adults.backbreaker said:I'm not even going to lie. I have a thing for the Mc Rib.
I know it's probably made out of grass and old car tires. I don't care. that **** is great to me.
My son has a thing for chicken nuggets so I go to Wendy's and Mc Donalds a lot. I'll get a mc rib combo meal if they have it and their perlines and cream ice cream
if htey don';t have that and i have a taste i'll just get the fries
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.
lol you and epimanes are probably the only people here who have a real wife and are not schizophrenics.backbreaker said:i might eat one once a month. My wife actually cooks lol.