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.
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.
People who actually want to play music and not masturbate along with pre-determined button combos.sparky0000 said:http://www.guitarherogame.com/
it's called guitar hero. who needs the real thing when you can do it the virtual way?
Anything. You'll regret it no matter what. :crackup:Zero Hero said:Hey guys, I have never played guitar before, but I am thinking of taking it up. I want to get a nice, relatively cheap acoustic guitar to learn on. Any suggestions? Under $100 would be great.
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 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.
There are plenty of good books out there that deal with the basics but the quickest way to learn is opposite someone. Try to find someone you know who plays and get them to teach you chords. Then it's just a case of practice, practice, practice.TheNewGuy said:Not to hijack the thread, but whats a good method of learning guitar? It seems all the beginner guitar sites like to teach you old "She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes" type stuff.
I know I'm not gonna start playing some Satriani right off the bat, but what are some good easy songs?
Huh. Fancy that. I'm playing mine right now!! Yeah you can't go wrong with Washburn's. Mine was £200 down to £170 in sale (that's like $320) but it sounds great. Good vibrant sound. I'm not surprised your son's still playing it. Good choice!Wyldfire said:I got my son a nice Acoustic Washburn as his first guitar. They aren't too expensive, sound really good for the cost and they are very sturdy. He's had that guitar for over 4 years and it's still in perfect condition...and he kinda sucks at taking care of his stuff.
Yep...he's had several people want to buy it from him for more than we paid for it. People who play really like the sound it has. They're sturdy, too.Ripper said:Huh. Fancy that. I'm playing mine right now!! Yeah you can't go wrong with Washburn's. Mine was £200 down to £170 in sale (that's like $320) but it sounds great. Good vibrant sound. I'm not surprised your son's still playing it. Good choice!
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.