So pimp its scary
Master Don Juan
migel... it seems that you are throwing out like half the evidence to suit you're own cause here... either thatmaybe it's that one of the few actual players on this site doesn't count.
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.
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.
So pimp its scary said:OMG there is no pleasing you.
Ok princess, do you count the times where I've been in the car and shouted at women? Or where I've been in the car and a different guy shouted something at a woman? How about the dozens of women that I've hit on everywhere? Does that count? Do you want me to tell you about guys I've seen hit on waitresses? or maybe at the beach, are you gonna count the guys I've seen hit on girls get hit on at the beach?
Or are you gonna cry about all of those cause they don't count for some reason?? Cause I don't want to offend our lil princess over here... I still hate to see a woman cry. maybe you should change your tampon, and we'll talk.
http://www.misterpoll.com/results.mpl?id=1469856479AudiTy said:Interesting results, where on the net was this poll taken?
-AudiTy =o
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.
I'm not sure if thats too true tbh, even though you'd think that. it could quite be the possibilty that the hotter women get hit on less than the more average looking ones because most guys aint got the balls to approach really hot woman or they think she is probably already taken so they tend to aproach ones that ain't so hot so they feel more confident about approaching someone who they feel better than.So pimp its scary said:but (I'll use science description) the hotness of the woman is proportional to the number of times she gets hit on in an average week.
I think some woman will say cat calling or even just some guy coming up and speaking to her (even if they don't ask for a number or ****) as being approaching them..thats why sometimes you get these girls who say like they get approached serveral times a daily.So pimp its scary said:Ok... that raises another question then... do you count driving past a girl giving a cat call as hitting on?? If so, then yes it's true what I said... if you don't count it, that you are only counting legitimate approaches where the guy asks for the number... well, I'd say you are probly right.
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.