ImTheDoubleGreatest!
Master Don Juan
5string, you are taking way too long to post this.
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
80 says he didn't.PairPlusRoyalFlush said:20 bucks he got back with his ex
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.
Mauser96 said:Hey man, I was wondering where you disappeared to.
Guys - pay attention to this thread. It is going to be sound.
Lol.PairPlusRoyalFlush said:20 bucks he got back with his ex
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.
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.
We've all been fooled ! He's a BPD!!:-) said:I've had plenty experience with bpd's. One trait they have in common is claiming stories that never transpire. The old 'carrot on a stick to keep you interested' trick. Typical AW behaviour.
We're two pages in and still no story.
Zzzzzz
Edit: 3 pages in
It did. I have been pretty good and hit the two year mark recently. March 2013 was D-Day for me. I have a whole thread devoted to the crap I went through. HORRIBLE. These women are f+cking devils and should be wiped off the planet for the amount of pain they inflict on good guys.captain55 said:Two years, took you that long eh? Im 6 months broken up with my BPD ex who I only dated for 6 months and I'd say Im still not 100% over it despite having two small relationships with women much hotter than her.
OMG...Bible_Belt said:I remembered you had a bpd wife.
Funny, I just dumped my bpd girl a few days ago. All I said was that I liked our relationship better when we were friends, and that I wanted to just be friends. She simmered for about an hour, then came the vitriol. I was WORST PERSON IN THE WORLD for the horrible, horrible thing I had done to her - telling her I wanted to be her friend. She blocked me on facebook, then would unblock me just to send more nasty messages. Just like the relationship itself, one more power struggle. She always had to be in control. I ended up blocking her.
The sex was good, but she was very selfish. We'd do it five or six times a night, but only when she wanted, and she hardly ever sucked my d!ck. She complained constantly about my house not being good enough for her. She threw a fit because I don't sleep in a perfectly dark room - because I don't like running into stuff in the middle of the night. She said my house was so dirty she couldn't be in it. I kept thinking, look b!tch, at some point during your history of fvcking half the guys in our town, I think you lost your right to pretend to be an innocent little princess.
She had three kids, all of which I liked, but I hated being around her and them together. She was always yelling at them, and then if I ever said anything while she was yelling, she would yell at me "shut up I'm parenting!!!" She thought having kids gave her the right to treat me like one of them.
This girl's death toll stands at two at the moment. A bf murdered one of her exes in a fight over her, and went to jail. That guy was the reason I started training martial arts. I always thought I would end up having to kill him, because I was with her. We ended up not being together when he got out; they got together, and he beat her up right away and went back to jail again. When he got out, she basically rejected him to be with me, and the guy suicides on pills. So maybe I did kill him.
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.