"Why Women Dump the Guys Who Try the Hardest"

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.

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FR: Birmingham

WesCottII

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Just a couple of FR's from my recent trip to Birmingham (England, not Alabama ;))

HBblonde + HBbrunette (both 9's) on an artificial beach the council had constructed in Birmingham city centre, for the "summer". The girls were talking about usual women topics i.e Nothing, commenting on peoples clothes, hair etc.....

Me and my wing are sat behind them, and are able to tabhang on their conversation. I decided to go for the blonde, my wing would takle the brunette.


Wes:
*to wing, but so the women could overhear* Damn Ben, check out these gossips! They've *****ed about everyone here in the past 5 mins we've been here!
HBblonde:*smiles, but looks like "who the hell is this guy?"*
Wes:Oh don't mind us, I'm just a terrible gossip too(said like a stereotypical gay), I wondered if you'd noticed that old guy over there? He kinda looks like an older "where's Wally" Y'know a kinda "where's wally/waldo: the after years" *the guy was an old fat guy, with a stripy red top, and round glasses*
HBblonde:*both LMFAO*
Wes: *to Wing* Anyway man, we should probably...*Hbblonde cuts me off*
HBblonde: Whats that accent? You're not from round here, are you?
Wes: Woah....I was talking to my bud hunny. *to brunette* she always this rude? How do you hang out with her?? Whats your name? Rudey? (said playfully)
HBblonde: *coy smile* It's Lucy. Whats yours?
*we sit with the girls, in between them, breaking them up*
Wes: Hmmm cute name.....not that easy I'm afraid. You'll have to guess. I'll give you a clue...It's really manly.
Hb brunette/blonde: Hank! Freddy?
Wes: LMAO. Wow man, I love these girls. Hank? I'm not jailbait.....Freddy? Yeah, haha I'm freddy murcury. *started a bohemian raphsody duet with my wing* It's Clint. *they laugh* What? ok it's not clint.....it's Tom.
Hb's: Hi Tom *big smiles :D:D*
Wing: So where you girls from?
We fluff for a while.....then it's time to wrap up, my wing takes HBbrunette away...i'm left with HBblonde.
Wes: Anyway, we're looking to go out in a club later, what are some good ones?
HBblonde: We're going out later, why not join us?
Wes: I dunno....mum warned me about bad girls like you. She suggested I find someone like her to date.....
Hbblonde: Date?
Wes: Wow, slow down. We just met. You're so forward. Why don't we get married and move in together? *arm round her*
HBblonde: *flustered but loving it* hahaha. Ok hubby
Wes: Hubby??? Damn woman, you are wild!! I'll introduce you the family on our way to the ceremony. *to wing* Hey man. I got me a wife!!! She's hella cute too!!
Hbblonde: You think I'm cute? I bet i'm not going to see you later at the club, bet you say that to all the girls *sh!t test*
Wes: *playfull smile, rub of the arm* only when I'm not with my girlfriend*I took off my necklace and put it round her neck* I want this back later


We exchanged numbers.....I saw her later at the club, worked some more magic and we exchanged body heat and fluids in my room ;)


Critism (sp) welcome guys.
 

"You'll Never Feel READY to Walk Over"

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.

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that is the definition of DJing. damn good job
 

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Nice. What part of birmz did you go to? I'm from birmz too :D, Sutton Coldfield
 

"She Liked You in March. It's October Now."

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.

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I'm from Notts, so I don't really know Birmingham that well, but they got two artificial beaches in the city centre. One is Outside the bullring next to a church (the one I was at) and the other was the other end, near that fountain "the floozy in the jacuzzi".

I was staying with friends who live in Erdington. I did go through colfied tho ;)
 

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haha nice, i live about 20 mins away form the bullring. i would go down to the beach but the weathers been so crap here lately it's unbelievable, non stop rain :down:
 

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Bah.....it was fantastic weather Friday. Good for some pu$$y hunting ;)

Nightlife's great aswell. Great city, shame about the accents ;)
 
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