Purefilth
Master Don Juan
Congratulations on breakingR mate.
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.
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.
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.
thanks a lot man,really appreciate the support.especially since all the people around me keep shouting "STAHP, STAHP lifting!!! you will catch AIDS! STAHP!"Krueg said:Don't worry about others switch, keep improving YOU! I do know what you mean though! Keep up the good work.
Pretty much. Look to others for inspiration and motivation, but only worry about your own progress.Krueg said:Don't worry about others switch, keep improving YOU! I do know what you mean though! Keep up the good work.
Are they mentally ill?switch said:thanks a lot man,really appreciate the support.especially since all the people around me keep shouting "STAHP, STAHP lifting!!! you will catch AIDS! STAHP!"
i pretty much think so.gotta blame the TV.:box:[S]alvatore said:Are they mentally ill?
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
YET another dumbass asked me the same effing question today ..... i controlled my temper and asked him to "get an anal examination from the fat gym bunny."TheStig said:Man I really feel for ya switch, considering all the dumbassery you've gotta deal with, way to push on
the MANAGER of my gym is fat!switch said:YET another dumbass asked me the same effing question today ..... i controlled my temper and asked him to "get an anal examination from the fat gym bunny."
yes the gym bunny at my gym is FAT.how can a trainer be fat? lol :crackup:
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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.
Could you lay out the scenario? I'm curious nowswitch said:guys get this, some woman was arguing with me yesterday, and she was quoting TV shows to prove her point....LMAO
the level of retardation on this planet is just.....idk...... huge,i wonder if it has always been like this or its a recent turn of events.....
thanks a lot man.Espi said:Great job switch!
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.