She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
How about you focus on her big...INTELLECT and her ample... arguments, you damn misogynist!!!She's got four eyes and a fivehead. What else does she have to work with? I mean she'd have to take them out to take my eyes off that massive noggin.
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.
I wouldn’t mind seeing what’s under that blouse….I was watching this - which is good in its own right - but I couldn't help notice the chick participant who seems to go out of her way to show off her twin peaks.
Here's where the floor show starts:
And the spoiler: this woman is a conservative. But instead on flexing on soyboys, she flexes on academic and Christian types.I don't give a sh!t how big her knockers are, that lady is ugly as hell.
She goes on TV or in front of a large audience producing zero effort into her appearance.
I automatically place women like this in the entitled, arrogant, self-centered feminist category.
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Exactly. His word salad was cringey.These dudes are obvious betas and she's trying to flex on them
I like the beta on the right at 15:20: "this...rhetorical...shh...shh...shift to those who are so entrenched on the other side"
Lol, deep down he knows he's spouting word salad crap while being cuckolded.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
If you're going to be cringey, at least do it for a somewhat young woman. The woman below was 34-35 at the time of filming.Exactly. His word salad was cringey.
Yeah that scene is totally classic.If you're going to be cringey, at least do it for a somewhat young woman. The woman below was 34-35 at the time of filming.