You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
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.
aww I shoulda done that =\ I just gave it to them, gave a hug then walked awayjust so suave said:ask for a reason why you should give them your numbermake sure there not a bunch of psycho stalkers
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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.
ya....sure......:crazy:noirsake said:heres what i would have probably done
gals "hi your cute." *hugs me*
me "what the hell are you doing? I dont know you. get away from me before i call security on your lonley asses! christ trying to touch me inappropriately and of all the places!"
gals *shocked*
me "so how many of you are registered sex offenders?"
gals *the omg i cant believe you said that look*
me *picks one and points* "ya, you look like you just molested an entire preschool of children!"
and so on
lolsuperchill89 said:what i would've done
girl: "hi you're cute" *hugs me*
me: ur cute too, lets go back to my car
we then proceed to walk to the car and i bang her brains out
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.
Don't be sad. They probably did this in the whole mall and didn't call anyone, or they could have been playing "Dare" or something.Thai Foon said:update: never got called =(
I nominate this for post of the month!superchill89 said:what i would've done
girl: "hi you're cute" *hugs me*
me: ur cute too, lets go back to my car
we then proceed to walk to the car and i bang her brains out
Hahahaha! That's probably how a lotta women would respond if a guy did that to them randomly at the mall!noirsake said:gals "hi your cute." *hugs me*
me "what the hell are you doing? I dont know you. get away from me before i call security on your lonley asses! christ trying to touch me inappropriately and of all the places!"
gals *shocked*
me "so how many of you are registered sex offenders?"
gals *the omg i cant believe you said that look*
me *picks one and points* "ya, you look like you just molested an entire preschool of children!"
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.