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.
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.
Thanks man, I'm actually in Vegas quite a bit for UFC events. Also moving to Tempe so i'll be even closer.Fallen33 said:You are doing REALLY good dude. You seem to be a bit of a natural. Just noticed that you are in So. Cali. if you ever plan on taking a weekend trip to Vegas, definetly hit me up. We'll go sarge.
Also MAD PROPS for getting dome in the freezer. Fvcking hilarious.
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.
Of course that's what I meant :yes:Create Reality said:But Dude! It's a HB5Chubby. You lose! :crackup:
I think by HB5 you meant HeftyBabe5, right?
It seems that girls are just DYING to be swept off their feet by someone with DJ skills who knows what they are doing, i'm sure you'll be fine!green69 said:God damn, I'm supposed to be studying but I got caught up for 30 minutes reading this thread. Good job dude!
I really like your confident style. The scenario where you just grabbed that girl and then she sucked you off is a perfect example. You could've beat around the bush, wait for her to follow through - but instead you just made it happen.
It's given me so much more confidence. I don't have 1/2 the game as you I'm prolly not as good looking either but who cares? It's not that hard to get dates etc., especially when girls are giving you obvious signs of interest.
You just gotta go for it, like you've been doing and it's gone well so far.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.
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.