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.
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.
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.
Hah, just when you think you know the game you get older and the game changes. Thanks for the reality check. That's why we protect ourselves. If I wanted to tap something I'd go bang on a 24 year old bimbo. Less drama and nice clean disposal when we're done.Burroughs said:
Had one recently, tell me about her azzhole ex, how he treated her, how he treated her son, how her son is always in trouble with the law, and IF I can get him a job where I work. I took her son's number and name, but once work sees his record, I'm sure it will be a next on his azz, I can only pull so many strings, but she gave me the sympathy play and I started feeling sorry for her son who I haven't met. They've moved to another smaller town to get away from the bad crowd he was with, but it's still not helping and she wants him out! She wants ME in! Guys, this one is maybe a year or two older than me, and pooch belly, bossy, a boss for real, and an acquaintance (she likes how I didn't restrain myself from cursing in front of her even though I'd just met her in a business capacity). I'm telling you, she's like a pig with lipstick guys, I d o n o t g e t how in the Fvck these divorced b!tches, Ugly fat *****es, think that they can HAVE me Fvck, I mean I'm a desired male, guys, by all types of these hoes out there, young ones, pretty ones, but these Fatazzes somehow think they have a shot at me, and it NEVER fvckin ceases. It's an everyday ordeal I have to go through to be hit on by these fat OLDER b!tchez who think they have a shot at me!!! I'm sick and Tired of it! REALLY. Do you see the worst of the worst nerdy gross cheese-puff-eating gamer loser guys pursuing/with young hotties?? I don't.Renegade357 said: