ImTheDoubleGreatest!
Master Don Juan
5string, you are taking way too long to post this.
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 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.
80 says he didn't.PairPlusRoyalFlush said:20 bucks he got back with his ex
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.
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.
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.
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.