She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
he could just go to askmen.com and read about how to improve his dating life as well... though he'd probably get better advice here. But your right, I don't really think a fashion and style section is needed... men's fashion is pretty basic.Bling said:Hey princess, do you mind telling me why do you care so much? Go to askmen.com for fashion![]()
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.
Could be useful... I try to look my best, though despite what sosuave says about dressing nicely, my observations whow that the best quality girls statistically stick to guys with a simple pair of khaki cargo pants and a t-shirt... makes my wonder why I iron button downs every day... and why I don't just wear my khaki cargo pants and a t-shirt more often.Embrace said:Why isnt there a section on the forum for style and stuff like that? For the metro's around here. :rock:
You don't have to wear button-downs everyday if you don't want to.Archaxis said:Could be useful... I try to look my best, though despite what sosuave says about dressing nicely, my observations whow that the best quality girls statistically stick to guys with a simple pair of khaki cargo pants and a t-shirt... makes my wonder why I iron button downs every day... and why I don't just wear my khaki cargo pants and a t-shirt more often.![]()
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.
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.
Quoted for truth; the quality is very, very bad but the fits are kinda nice. It's a good way to stock up on basics so you have more money to spend on the cool, more expensive sh¡t you need, i.e. JEANS.Scrumtulescence said:I just recently realized that Target actually has nice stylish, designer-like clothes for pretty cheap; I used to think they were just another Walmart. I suggest looking there for some stylish clothes if you think you can't afford any. Or if you wanna do more digging, go to a store like Marshalls.
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.