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.
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 buy a bag of dates from the supermarket, have her try one with a blind-fold on and ask her what she thinks it is.Maxtro said:Ok then, how do you make certain that she knows it's a date?
I'm assuming that specifically saying it's a date is a bad thing.
That's my thinking. When we talked there was teasing and very flirty conversation. So tomorrow should be a date. My biggest concern was that the last time I saw her was 20 days ago. So there is a huge chance all her interest has faded away.Alle_Gory said:Rule of thumb is, if there's interest then it's a date.
Depends how you behaved around her so far. Is it friendly conversation? Or is there playful teasing, flirting, and even touch?
Can we get an English translation?f283000 said:Maxtro you like if you say you have read the dj bible because you haven't!
i find this an oppurtunity to rekindle the flame and perhaps make the fire burn even brighter.Maxtro said:. So there is a huge chance all her interest has faded away.
He implies you should by now have read the DJ bible... and that questions to your answers could easily be found in the Man's Book of Life.Maxtro said:Can we get an English translation?
@ corrector, clever![]()
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.
Well jeez, don't take anything I or anyone says as gospel so fast. I don't know you, this girl, or the situation, even if you wrote out a 100 page detailed description of all three.Ok then, how do you make certain that she knows it's a date?
I'm assuming that specifically saying it's a date is a bad thing.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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.
Good idea about the drinks, she will be silly putty in your hands.Maxtro said:- I was friendzoned.
- she just doesn't like me.
- she just wants to be friends for now
- she'll probably never change her mind
- she doesn't want anything serious
- Maybe I'll get drinks with her next week.
I did lots of kino and I constantly teased her. When we were sitting on the rocks I brought up that I wanted to get to know her better and that's when she shot me down. If she responded differently, I would have kissed her then.ARrocket said:Did you try to make a move physically like you had planned?
Did the topic of you being interested in more than a platonic relationship come up?
Next time go out for drinks in the first place bro.
Not very comforting since I'm probably not going to die until 60 years from now. Living alone from now until then is too painful. Heck, I'd at least want be happy with the fact that I got a chick before I died. 28 years old and I still haven't accomplished that.Nygard said:After we all die, it's all over. All the times we managed to have sex with a hot chick or not will not matter. Let it go. Only after we lose it all, we're truly free. Life is too short to lose sleep over women, always attracted to people with the lowest morals.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.