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.
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.
Bernie had a great bit about Hillary's secret speeches to Goldman Sachs that they paid her six-figures to deliver:
If someone can verify this for me I'd appreciate it....
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.
OK, you won't be around long, but I will, and wanted to point something out. It's not the popular vote, that's a red herring. The question is how many -more- votes Bern would have gotten if the deck hadn't been stacked against him. Your argument is the equivalent of "well he was the patsy at the table, but he lost the chips." See how that's fallacious? He -may have- lost the chips due to the cheating from the others at the table.
Hillary had about a third of the pledged delegates BEFORE the primaries even started.
Trump is relevant because he is using this fallacy of a Clinton email scandal. You, just like Trump want to shut up the other side. If Trump is elected, expect people who dare criticize him to be locked up without cause.
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.
The ones who escape those $hit holes are in the minority. Hispanics by and large tend to love themselves some socialism, repeatedly, under all sort of new leaders who will fail every time and yet they try again.
I didn't see the photo but I would not be a darn bit surprised. People like Hillary practice publically in good high spots but privately they are down there with the Mob. But they don't do their own dirty work, they get others to do it. One time I exposed some corruption of an Assistant State's Attorney in my State. She made a comment to another attorney about making Lefty disappear and wondering if anyone would notice. The other attorney reminded her that I carry a gun and so whoever was to do the hit on me better get it right the first time. Scary crap, it really is.
Mind you this is the internet and I have no interest in anything the DNC has to say, but here's the picture.
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.
Ouch. No private security for Bernie if this is really true. Or if he does have it they are no F'in good.