Packers2010
Master Don Juan
i saw this thread and was like wicked... someone got a ten.. then i saw it was the loner and was like.. TROLOLOLOL
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.
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.
Lol haha okay that's itTheLoner said:HB10 just texted me "I can't wait to see you tonight"
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're too serious man. TheLoner brings joy and happiness into the world with his entertaining posts.Kbomb said:TheLoner has to have something better to do than make these braindead threads about nothing. I mean really? It lowers my faith in humanity everytime he posts.
sageproduct said:You're too serious man. TheLoner brings joy and happiness into the world with his entertaining posts.
You go Loner! Let us know how it goes! :cheer:
JoeMarron said:Clearly OP has now crossed the line of subtlety and is now trolling the hell out of us. I wonder how long he'll last. He's not nearly as funny as some of the other trolls.
Lol..make sure she's holding up a piece of paper with the words "I'm with TheLoner" on it.TheLoner said:I will upload pictures of the HB10 later.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Dude, I think you're frame; she might be stepping out on you. Lets hope she doesn't go out with a loner. :rock:Danger said:Fvk.
My gf has been flakey the last few days and today she tells me she's going to a soccer game with "friends".
Should I be concerned? I don't want to seem like the jealous type, but my gut tells me something is fishy.
TheLoner said:"Hey Bradley, see that HB10 over there. She's here with me"
"Pssssst" sort of ignores me, and then walks away from me.
a few minutes later, I see Bradley and the HB10 talking.
I observe them from a distance.
Bradley suddenly whips out his phone, for some reason. and
that is my queue to go over there.
I tip Bradley on the shoulder, "excuse me",
I pull the HB10 away and tell her "kiss me".
She grabs the back of my neck, pulls me in, and gives me the most passionate kiss.
Bradley, looks kind of confused. I ask the HB10 what Bradley was asking her.
HB10 says: "He wanted to invite me out for drinks after the game"
We kiss again and she says "go have a good game".
Still, at the end of the day I am still a loner with an HB10.
No one invited me out after the game, and I am still a Loner.
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.
Idk man, TheLoner always struck me as more of a Leonardo DiCaprio sort of guyNaughty Ninja said:Michael Cera could play the part of you.
That means you can't be the loner anymore..... Change your name or spend a whole weekend with uncle goundie. Make your choice.....TheLoner said:HB10 texts me: "I want to be with you all the time"
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.