robrulesyou
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I haven't been here long but maybe i've made some wrong assumptions about this site. So thats why I made this thread because i was curious what your opinions are.
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 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.
so you have no problem using/hiring one? That's my question: Would YOU pay for one?TheNewGuy said:If it makes you happy, and doesn't make me unhappy, do whatever you want.
Ohhhh I thought you meant in general.robrulesyou said:so you have no problem using/hiring one? That's my question: Would YOU pay for one?
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.
I feel the same way, although I have no moral opposition to prostitution and think it should be legal.TheNewGuy said:I just can't imagine after opening my wallet and going "here". I'd rather work for it and know that she did it because she was attracted to me.
That's not the question people are responding to in your poll, keep that in mind. Personally, I would not hire a prositute, but I also feel like there is no problem with prostitution so I put "approve" as my answer.robrulesyou said:so you have no problem using/hiring one? That's my question: Would YOU pay for one?
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.
Actually YES THERE IS A DIFFERENCE. Maybe to you guys sex is just meaningless sex. But I'm not a teenager anymore and i dont just want sex for the sake of sex.DJDamage said:do you really believe that what you call "dating" is a whole lot different then modern "prostitution"??. In the end it all ends in sex.
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.
Awesome analogy!RedPill said:But it's kind of like when a bum comes up to my windshield with a wadded up newpaper and a bottle of Windex - I hit the washer button to remind them that not only is it free, but it's a much better wash.
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.