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.
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.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
He wasn't banned!! They closed his pointless attention getting flaming threads -- he was calling for everyone's banishment as if he was paying for the sosuave bandwidth!!Demon said:Isn't it strange that when someone is banned, some just-joined newbie inevitably begins to campaign for the unbanning of someone? When I was banned, twice, nobody ever came to my rescue. But I'm also respectable enough to not register new accounts, use proxies, or access this forum from different IPs just to complain.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Always have been Demon.Last Man Standing said:Demon - who were you before???
You said you were banned twice??Demon said:Always have been Demon.
Hombre, shouldn't the correct gender form be "El Chico"?? What's up with that BRO??LA_Chico said:bro, f uck Nasman, he called me a troll.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Please, no Homo posts!!rrrrr said:fvck Nasman.
ok ---- I forecasted that in one of his threads -- he was creating a thread a minute saying the same thing and no new info and flaming galore!PRMoon said:Dude he's banned. I just checked his public profile and it reads B-A-N-N-E-D. Last time I checked that didn't spell Don Juan.
Of course he can make a NEW profile anytime he wants but it's doubtful he'll have different results. Old habits die hard you know.
Is that an original line??PRMoon said:We're all just little voices in gymnasium. Like many others the echo will soon fade.
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.