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.
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.
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.
Certain things can be done to insure the cop doesn't turn uparmadon said:if the cop doesnt show up then it gets thrown out and you win. if he shows up pay the ticket.
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.
No, no, no.pay the ticket. sheesh.
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.
For the record, this is horrible advice. For one, the lawyer will end up costing more than just paying the fee.Stuntmann said:No. Do not pay the ticket. It's points.
Find a lawyer, pay him, let him handle the case. You will have to show to court (or maybe not, depending what lawyer tells you)...
In the end, you will either
A) Pay a smaller fee, but no points. (VERY IMPORTANT)
or
B) Officer does not show up and you win the case. (VERY LIKELY)
Do not pay the fee, do not go to traffic school. There is a limited number of traffic schools you can take in your life time in that state. There is a specific number of points, which you exceed, you loose driving previledge. Yes, points do not go away, they are yours to keep for life in that state.
exactly!azanon said:For the record, this is horrible advice. For one, the lawyer will end up costing more than just paying the fee.
Second, there's only one kind of person that legitimately needs to worry about accumulating so many points that you lose your license; someone who has no business being on the road and putting others' lives in danger anyway.
Most states wipe away "points" in as little as 3 years. A responsible driver who obeys speeding limits has nothing to worry about.
azanon said:Most states wipe away "points" in as little as 3 years. A responsible driver who obeys speeding limits has nothing to worry about.
I'm in Oregon. He says I was doing 51 in a 35 zone.Obsidian said:What state are you from, what was the speed limit, and how fast did the officer say you were going?
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.