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.
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.
shaunuk said:(it's 'bicep', btw)
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.
What are you talking aboot?
Everyone knows you say "hey look at my bicepts"
Hahahahaha,size only means something if your bodyfat is low. Look at fat people,many of them have 18"s+.DJDoomage said:Hahaha, yea, ok, well......... Mine are 16 inches roughly, not after a workout. Im trying to compare because something makes me think its small.
How tall are you and what's your bodyfat? I'm trying to get 16"s while maintaining a single digit bodyfat, got another .5" to go.DJDoomage said:Im not talking about fat hanging off, just the muscle.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Yeah, with 16" arms, it's more likely just a body image. I've talked to a few big, strong guys (250lbs+), and many of them still see themselves as quite small, even though they know that in reality they're notAhhh!!! Well that helps, so like I thought its my self image rather than physical apperance. Hehe.
You might want to use a scalpel and a suction kit to get rid of the fat for measurement then.DJDoomage said:Im not talking about fat hanging off, just the muscle.
DJDoomage said:Im not talking about fat hanging off, just the muscle.
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.
we have a word for people who flex in those situationsSkilla_Staz said:Haven't you ever been joking around, and just rolled up a sleeve and flexed?
Or, haven't girls ever asked you to flex?
No.Skilla_Staz said:Haven't you ever been joking around, and just rolled up a sleeve and flexed?
I tell them no unless we've just had sex. Really the only time i remember flexing was after a gf asked me to after sex. Suppose it's a reward and i roll my eyes and reluctantly quickly do it. Otherwise I say no.Or, haven't girls ever asked you to flex?
What's that have to do with anything?Or haven't you ever been lifting anything heavy and your veins pop out?
eh, say what you will...Warboss Alex said:we have a word for people who flex in those situations
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.