She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
oakraiderz2 said:gross.
the girlSpartibus said:what the lyrics or the girl?
Rochester. Jeez. We Michigan guys are takin' over!ObieJuan said:no sh!t! Maybe we'll go out and sarge one of these days :wave:
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.
Are you serious. She is one of those starving asian types. She needs to gain weight in her arms and legs. But as for the belly fat she probably has a child and your her next chump.Thugo said:yeah she's kinda chubby in the belly but oh well
so how should I handle this? should i ask her out again?
There is an inside joke going on here - DJ cod3r showed a pic of his girl yesterday and Thugo got a copy of it (in the link)and now is dissing Cod3r by making this thread!CraigMack said:Are you serious. She is one of those starving asian types. She needs to gain weight in her arms and legs. But as for the belly fat she probably has a child and your her next chump.
Watch and see. She will start playing you and trying to land you as her babies daddy.
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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.
DrBeard said:I'm a mother focking demon and I'll cover yo all in semen!
Don't you mean the "ring of kra..."? never mind. :crackup:ChrizZ said:DR BEARD, THE KING OF RAP IS BACK!
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Last Man Standing said:Hold it there kid, you trying to get me beaten up by a thug??
I can't believe Cod3r's girl cheated on him - he is going to be pissed!!! They're having a baby together too!!! This is going to be on the Jerry Springer Show - "My Girl went on MySpace and slept with My Cyber enemy!!!"
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.
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.