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.
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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
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.
ROFL Kev07. Seriously OP this topic is ridiculous. Think of it this way if you were to simply click add and she accepted you then you could check her page to see if she has a boyfriend or not. Why the **** are you such a ***** to simply click add. So many people add random people anyway and most people simply add them back. If not simply send a message and see if you get accpeted.Kev07 said:Yeah, every single private female myspace is dark water for you. There will most definetely be a boyfriend involved, he will be big muscular and has 6 guns. The moment you try to add her, he will come and shoot you with all 6 guns.
Lesson of the day: Don't bother with girls with private myspaces, even if you have met them IRL
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.
As an alternative, pretend you are the boss and critique your own site from their viewpoint, changing anything that doesn't agree. Quite frankly, if it would embarress the company, chances are its embarressing to everyone else too. A personal site can be done in good taste and not be inherently embarressing to anyone. For example, why have a myspace site where you look like a punk. Businesses don't want that image because no one wants to be associated with punks anyway; including women.Effington said:I would strongly recommend anyone who has a career to set their myspace, facebook profiles to private. It's becoming a more common practice for employers to search their employee and potential employees on these sites to see if they can get insight on who they're dealing with, I know the company I work for does.
Seeing you in pictures at bars every weekend or doing dumb stuff is not the impression you want to give these people.