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.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
I've used it to start conversations with women I've met in groups of friends which has led to dates. However, I've used it more to raise interest in women who I perceive are interested in dating me, or are already dating. Making vague status updates that may or may not pertain to them gets their brains running and wondering if the post was about them.Is it still relevant to picking up women?
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.
Back in college I found it a valuable tool to mingle within my extended social group, people knew of me and I could add a hottie from my area and at least get her number a lot of the time! At the moment I don't have that extended social circle that I once had.I've used it to start conversations with women I've met in groups of friends which has led to dates. However, I've used it more to raise interest in women who I perceive are interested in dating me, or are already dating. Making vague status updates that may or may not pertain to them gets their brains running and wondering if the post was about them.
Totally agree man, would love to see people wake up and realize its a huge waste of time but probably never gunna happen. Crazy the sh1t people post just to get a little attention.I use fb for business reasons and messenger with friends I met travelling. Rarely post updates.
Use whatsapp for texting friends and plates.
Instagram for business also.
I'm beginning to believe that the majority of people live for social media and posting to tell people what they are doing. It's kind of sad.
Also scary is the fact that life pre-social media is pretty much long gone and kind of alien. The exception to this is fathers and grandfathers. they seem content to live life without this.
I would happily see FB demolished.
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.
Pretty much the same reasons why I'm on Instagram and not on Facebook. I like checking out company's profiles for review of products or features of what they're working on. I can sift through pictures without having to read a wall of text or confusing status updates. For example, I just earned my PADI open water scuba diving certification. I have my soft gear (fins, booties, gloves, snorkel, mask), now I have to get my hard gear (BCD, computer, regulators, cylinder tank). Facebook seems to always post pointless memes and political opinions---so I stay off FB.I do think that Instagram is pretty cool though. It's easy to access and follow people who have the same interests as mine. I'm pretty big into Tattoo's, Art and photography so it's great to share ideas with each other and be inspired by other people's approach to things creatively.
Compare this to Facebook and I notice that quite a few of my FB 'friends' just post the same generic run of the mill blah blah blah.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Are you doing this to interest women, or because you have a kick a$$ life anyway?Helps a lot these days when you're gaming younger (18-22) attractive women, have a nice Instagram account with 1k+ followers and you doing interesting ****, then you'll definitely have some options.
This is one of the reasons I no longer go on social media. Psuedo-intellectual garbage from douchebags. I'm putting my old high school crowd in the rear view mirror!To tell girls from my high school who voted for Hillary they are fat now? Yes.
To get dates with thin girls? No.
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.