Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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.
WhitePimp said:I do this kind of approach as well and also have very similar close ratios. I'm at the point where I just don't care about making any more effort than this with approaching. This approach is so much fun for me (getting rejected is actually more fun than getting a number for some reason...is that sick or what?). I dont really have any time for girls anyway so this approach keeps me in there without feeling bad for building rapport only to ditch the girl. I've had a bit more success with getting the date though...my basic routine is pretty much flat out honesty (once again, I really dont care if I go out with her or not so I never feel aggravation is I dont get her number)
"Hi I'm Andrew, and you are...? I saw you from there and thought you were cute and I want to go out with you. Let me get your number. "
That's pretty much all I do (I eye fvck the hell out of them during this) and it works. Even when they pull out the boyfriend line it's still buttloads of fun because it never gets old, I can throw in some pretty edgy experimental ****, and it's so direct. I either win or lose and if I do lose, there's a girl right behind that one I can try it on. Most girls know exactly who I am when I call...the dude who came from nowhere with enormous balls.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
ryannath said:Whitepimp, I like your direct style. I may try it sometime. I tried something similar to this at a basketball game once, where a girl came and sat down next to me and kept getting closer, so basicly I just turned to her and said, "Hey, what's your name?"...."Alyssa"(plays with hair and smiles)...."I'm Ryan...want me to give you a call sometime?"...(nervous girl that can barely speak) "yeah"....."ok, what is your number?"..."555-5555". so, I got the number, and I know it was her real number because I got her voicemail twice on two different days...I called her and she never picked up...later i found out she was only 14 and had a bf!!!! She was the one that came and started getting closer to me on the bleachers during the game! She looked much older. They can trick us!
Uh, you can't compare his f-close % to your #-close %...Krassus said:1. My close ratio is PHENOMENAL. Even Mystery has a 30% success ratio, and that's on 7+ after 15-30 minutes. I do 30-40% on 8.5+ after only 1/2 minute, and that's with direct! Must be doing something right, yes? It gets better...
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.
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.