betterthandead
Senior Don Juan
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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'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.
Nighthawk said:Meh, she's not that hot and he's not ugly or decrepit. If I saw this couple walking down the street I'd think nothing of it. Not to say his money wouldn't be attractive of course.
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.
bigjohnson said:She looks like a pretty nice package to me, and I'd imagine he has a wide selection of tail thrown at him daily so ods are good that she's bright and fun to be with as well as easy on the eyes.
When I see people saying he could do better without knowing the woman or even seeing her in person it makes me want to laugh.
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.
She is the better looking of the two, but I see couples like this all of the time.spesmilitis said:There isn't a too big of a difference in their looks.
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.
Give me a fvcking break.Mr. Wolf said:She's an HB5, 5.5 in the picture. The guy's a millionaire and that's the best he could do? Ok, I see, aiming for the stars, aka HB10, takes balls.
You're an idiot too.looks matter period! Ugly guys get ugly girls, average guys get average girls, and good looking guys get good looking girls. Its that simple. Bullet proof game is a myth.
Phyzzle said:I mean WTF people?? This chick is some sort of clone of that cheerleader on the show Heros.
So the hottest blonde the producers of that show could possibly find, out of every aspiring actress in LA, is an HB5.5?
For me she's hotter than that pic you've been posting, but not by a lot. She's probably got a PHd and genuis IQ though, so the package he's getting isn't so rough.Mr. Wolf said:.... Tell us how you'd HB rate that rat?
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.