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.
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.
That's nice, but I was talking about the French Revolution.HandyAndy said:
You're a thread hijacker. Respect your elders.HandyAndy said:
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 know I used to fascinated about WWII, like how the battles were fought and how it felt to be in a soldiers situation. But after watching a few documentaries about banks and financing, there is nothing to be fascinated about an event that was manufactured to kill people in order to make money for certain people and banks.stuka1939 said:
That is a myth, no contemporary source says anything about it. On the other hand, Marie Antoinette often invited relatively poor children to play with her first-born daughter. That's a historical fact.
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.
Papermoon said:
I was there only once but I remember the heads of the queen and king stuck on poles. Weird thing, decaptivated wax heads...but interesting. Shyt, most of the military is made up of pissed off rednecks. I'm sure if the people had an uprising most of our military would join right in.:box:TheSplat said: