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.
Even then, how many times do I run into those women? The basic b!tches is the norm. So I basically cut out a large chunk of women because they aren't willing to be unique.
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.
The secret of the DJ is he loves himself and he is not desperate.
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.
I always find this funny - it seems pretty delusional to me to think of yourself as a "hunter" of prey who signal that they want you to approach. That means the "prey" is actually either an ambush predator/parasite in camouflage/aggressive mimicry, or at best a symbiont and certainly no prey. Especially when you take into account that a normal use of those signals in for example a club is to benefit the woman at the expense of the man's time/effort/resources, it looks more like the man is prey.
imagine an animal that feeds on parasites that like to feed on them
Put those in the middle and go with "The secret of the DJ is that he understands women" . but let's face it. The more you learn about them the more difficult it becomes to like them. Right?
I haven't thought of women as being loyal since my early 20s, so I really haven't changed my opinion of them much. It's the old don't hate a lion for acting like a lion thing. Women have their good points, I enjoy their company.
It's a simplified metaphor. That should be obvious. It is a game.
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.
As a whole, yes, but also the more you understand them, the easier it is to separate the wheat from the chaff.
This is so true.
a fan of love at first sight huh?
I wonder about this. Eye contact can create a very powerful connection with someone, I've done it a few times in my life before and have had it done to me as well. Absolute mindfvckery right there and it amazes me to no end because you KNOW that the other person felt the same way about you. Maybe not 'love' at first sight. However, there is definitely SOMETHING at first sight, and sometimes it just may be 'love'.
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.
Its called sexual tension.
No not sexual tension. There is a specific reason why I said 'someone' and not 'women'. You can form a brotherly bond with another GUY too. I'm not gay so I would not call that sexual tension at that point.
I know what you mean.
They are indeed.
She's maybe just being nice to you. Like saying she doesn't mind if you don't have a big c0ck if you don't.... but then lets it slip how she rode the c0ck carousel a lot when she was younger!
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.
