That's why I look at you.6-heads lewis said:People look at me all the time, it doesnt mean they want to fuk me.
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.
That's why I look at you.6-heads lewis said:People look at me all the time, it doesnt mean they want to fuk me.
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.
Thank you, Sir. You are the wind beneath my wings.mrRuckus said:That's why I look at you.
Girls can't take their hands off you when you look this alpha...LoneSilver said:How long was it until you started noticing the babes checking you out more or coming near you at the store or when your out and about town? Was it several months lifting or after a couple months?
I started my 3rd month yesterday and I have been regular with my lifting and tend to notice the babes checking my butt out more and coming around me and smiling.
Though I lift for myself and wellbeing but having the babes liking what they see is definitely a motivation for me and helps kick the testostrone up a bit what do you guys say?
LoneSilver
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.