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.
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.
potato is that you?Mee said:Are you sure about that? In America today, women face a lot of pressure to have big breasts. Hence, if the ladies lost weight, the boobs will go as well. I'm slim and wish I was overweight.
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.
Its like the polar opposite of Anorexia or Bulimia. Fat isn't sexy, not will it ever be, its not natural.Vladimir Horowitz said::crackup:
Honestly, I think a lot of people feel like they'll never lose weight, so they might as well accept their body for what it is and be happy. I remember one post about some guy standing in line at the supermarket and some fat chick started talking about how disgusting thin girls are and said that "He wanted a woman with some meat on her bones, right?!" These are probably the women wearing daisy dukes and little tank tops, constantly having to tuck their cellulite-riddled rolls back into their tight clothes. Some are just delusional, I guess.
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.
*puke*DJDamage said: