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.
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.
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:
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.
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!!!"
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.
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.