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.
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.
Video games are basically a workout for you brain disguised as fun. The problem is a lot of people overdo it or get addicted or spend too much money on them.I find sport team fandom to be the most useless activity on the face of the earth. Second only to Video Gaming.
"So why are you here?"I have a daughter so brought her to womens volleyball and womens basketball. The crowd is predominantly women. Maybe some of you should try to pull women in these enviroments. Seems like it would be easy.
Why would a single young guy like me be interested in women's volleyball and basketball lol?I have a daughter so brought her to womens volleyball and womens basketball. The crowd is predominantly women. Maybe some of you should try to pull women in these enviroments. Seems like it would be easy.
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.
This thread is about a sport where you can actually use your hands (like I just did to type this). Feet are for your basic functions, your hands are for the more advanced ones - believe it or not.I love football, I go watch Arsenal multiple times a season and away games occasionally once or twice. I never miss a game live or on tv, even abroad. I’m not reading 7 pages because quite frankly what anyone else thinks about my love for my team matters not.
Only weirdos don’t like sports. I played in school and for a local team, I used to play with friends up until a few years ago. Only homosexuals don’t play or watch sports. I also love boxing.
Talk about crypto and anime in the basement with your nerd friends while playing D&D. Imagine another man calling other men beta for enjoying sports. We really are in the end times you lgbt abominations will stop at nothing will you.
I doubt they would ask. You could always say you have been following it since your sister (insert any female relative) used to play if it comes up"So why are you here?"
I can tell you’re ugly af don’t @ me.This thread is about a sport where you can actually use your hands (like I just did to type this). Feet are for your basic functions, your hands are for the more advanced ones - believe it or not.
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.
I have a daughter so brought her to womens volleyball and womens basketball. The crowd is predominantly women. Maybe some of you should try to pull women in these enviroments. Seems like it would be easy.
It is possible for a man to pick up women by playing either sand volleyball or indoor volleyball. Sand is better for pickup if possible.Why would a single young guy like me be interested in women's volleyball and basketball lol?
Is this the best you can do Murk? C'mon man.I can tell you’re ugly af don’t @ me.
I think the Eagles will beat you guys. Looking like Eagles vs. Bengals in the Superbowl at this rate and I think the Bengals pull through.I'm going to be feeling beta as phuck when the Niners win ring #6.
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.
Niners screen game is going to be the difference.I think the Eagles will beat you guys. Looking like Eagles vs. Bengals in the Superbowl at this rate and I think the Bengals pull through.
I guess you now feel Omega?I'm going to be feeling beta as phuck when the Niners win ring #6.
Why even try to mack a chubby chick?Had to come back to this thread. Watched some football today and went to a local bar to see the Eagles and 49ers game. Did not feel like gaming since I broke my NoFap a day or so ago and so I watched football instead, tells you about how I watch the sport when I feel beta. Right next to me at the bar are a couple, both 9ers fans. Dude is a skinny white guy and the woman is a chubby Latina. Both are from California and I am only a drink in while these two have had a few. Secretly rooting for the Eagles but tbh, I don't even care.
Talk to the couple as the woman opens me and I am nice to them. I keep chatting and making small talk, making sure to include the guy in the convo and everything. However, the woman is like super nice to me and even starts touching my arms at which point I am a bit uncomfortable. I see the rage in the dude's eyes and then I tell them about how I have a girlfriend who is out of town and I am rooting for the Eagles because of her.
Guy, who is somewhat drunk, talks to me about finding the right one. Says his wife dated 3 other guys in his high school and college days but he never gave up. Then he says after her college days when she broke up with her college boyfriend, he was there and he knew since high school she would be the one. I smiled and then she smiled too but it looked very forced. Then she went to go use the restroom and then the next thing I know, the guy turns to me and gets somewhat confrontational.
"Hey buddy, you need to leave," he said.
"Uh excuse me?" I asked.
"No seriously, you need to stop talking to my girl," he said.
"How about I just watch the game, you and your girl talk to each other, and let that be that?" I replied.
"Uh, buddy, you need to ****ing leave!" he said.
"No," I replied, giving him that stare.
"Leave! LEAVE NOW!" he said.
The bartender comes over and asks if something is wrong. Then the guy turns to the bartender and says I am being disruptive. I tell them I am not being disruptive at all but one bartender who had overheard the whole convo says "well when your wife was here sir it all seemed fine", this bartender knows me. The guy then shouts at the bartender and says "stop taking sides motherf*cker, STOP TAKING SIDES!". Like he shouts to the point the bar hears it. I look at the bartenders and say "look, I'll change seats" at which point the guy looks at me and says "yeah! Your d*mn right!".
Then I couldn't help it and said "didn't have to wait as long for that as you did for your girl to say yes". He gets mad, tosses his plate around, and lunges at me but I dodged. Luckily, the bouncer is in the vicinity and restrains him. The woman comes out and says "oh no not again! NOT AGAIN!". Looks at her husband and says "it's the third time this year!" while shouting at him and he starts crying, she gives him those raging mean eyes.....
I just sit there and then they get escorted out. Guy is shouts in the direction of me and the bartender and says "I will kill you!" but his woman says "you won't do sh*t, you can't even get it up!" at which point the bartenders start laughing along with everyone near them trying to hold in a laugh.
Somehow that brought me back to this thread, both 49ers fans too and the Niners lost.
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.