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.
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
Hahahahahhahahahahaha! Best post I read today...:crackup: :crackup:Tekniq said:Let us begin shall we?
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When I see this picture the first thing that pops into my head is "wow this may be one of the most AFC/loser crowds in my life. Look at the guy on the left with his white-trash sunglasses tan and his pedophile smile that also doubles as an alarm for attractive females to make sure they do not even talk to your group. I mean honestly, even the Asian guy looks like a total disappointment, where is his cool FOB haircut and awesome imported Japanese denim? Listen buddy im not entirely sure who dresses you in the morning, but at least take the blindfold off of their eyes. I also like how you bring your two gay friends with you, they really do make a nice couple back there.
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I'll now go on to this picture, this one really got me rolling on the floor laughing simply because of the caption "The Matrix". Indeed this is the matrix, but you seem to have taken the wrong pill and plummeted straight into the land of idiocy that is plagued by social ostracism. This picture is a perfect example of the existence of a douche bag subculture among you and your WASP friends, i mean honestly; you cant even show the middle finger correctly. In whatever delusional dream world you are living where you think you are king, peoples head's must all be too small for their bodies like yours. The person on the right does not require me to describe her in any way, the comedy is just there just like her obvious lack of going outside into the sunlight.
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By far my favorite picture, because of the two wannabe prostitutes at your side. The disdain i hold for people with fake coach bags is almost up there with my contempt for people who wear fitted hats backward. Let's get back to the ladies, im assuming you show this picture to every guy you know to show that yes you are able to at least talk to females and not just stare at them with that dumbfounded face which seems to plague all of your pictures. These chicks are quite average at best, and if you go outside of your hick-town and community college you may just find that there are girls who are legitimately attractive, and do not look like they have every strain of herpes known to human kind, and possibly gorillas as well. At least that black dude in the back is right about point down at the failure in this picture.
There you have been judged, don't complain.
Really what do you expect me to do...get new pictures???Guybrush said:Hahahahahhahahahahaha! Best post I read today...:crackup: :crackup:
Hey buddy, if I were you, I would reread this post over and over again. It is SO TRUE.
You need serious improvement - like most of us. Learn to take criticism...
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.
Ok if you are looking for changes this is what I would do if I would look like you (note: this is just my opinion and just like assh0les, everyone got one and everyone knows one).crossboss said:
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.