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.
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.
Well said. I don't see what the problem is.nyc123 said:well do YOU want to use a condom?
if you don't, then dont use a condom.
if you do, then insist on using a condom. if she says no, then don't have sex with her.
Theres two reasons a girl wouldn't want to.mangotot said:Just before sex I whip out the condom and the girls says 'No I don't like condom. I want to do it without'. There does not seem any room for negotiation, so what do I do?
its usually number 2, tread carefully opchristoff522 said:Theres two reasons a girl wouldn't want to.
1. She's allergic to latex
2. She wants to hook a guy by getting pregnant
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.
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.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
This is the best answer you will get. If you insist then she has no choice but to go along with it.Mike32ct said:3. In the heat of the moment, she just doesn't care.
A lot of chicks will just go with "what feels good" in the heat of the moment. It's crazy, but very common.
Just put the condom on anyway. If she's horny enough, she'll go with that. If she insists on raw and you don't want to, then don't have sex with her.
Then you are not a good negotiator. If you can't convince a girl to have sex with a condom, you got bigger problems. No condom "In the moment of passion" is a emotional decision, and we all know how well emotional decisions turn out.mangotot said:Just before sex I whip out the condom and the girls says 'No I don't like condom. I want to do it without'. There does not seem any room for negotiation, so what do I do?
VladPatton said:No condom? Awesome...tonsil bang her till your lower back is numb and locks up on you. Give her a chin full of milk and jet on out the door like a thief in a cop's home.
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.