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.
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.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
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...
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.
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:
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.