You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
Uhm , ok. Let's just say she's a 6 or 7 than. Shoot, make it a 2 than for all I care... because I don't. And YOU care because of WHY?Originally posted by DJ_Dork
vec sounds like he's all talk. If you got it good, no reason to downplay DJ or whatever. Sometimes DJs lie about their gf's rating like the size of their schlongs. 9.75? how about a 6-7.
for someone who claims to only have been here for 2 and 1/2 days in the last 6 months you seem to know a lot don't you.Originally posted by vectorz
Alright, I can see you've now definitely run out of ammo. Talk to you in another 6 months. Hopefully you'll have new pics by then.
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.
hhhahaha, are you serious, those pics are from a movie? hahahahaha.Originally posted by jbbrain
Ahhhh, "The Big Chill"..(If you havent seen the movie, check it out..Player's party pics are right out of it)
To Vec: Player's Assumptions...I've been telling him he's an arrogant presumtuous dork for a while now.
He's been trying to give out "lessons" to everyone who calls him out on his absurdity..the crazy thing is, I dont even know what the lesson is.
("It's your EGO kid, it's your E...G.......O")
Yawn. I think Player Supreme has a broken record coming out of his *******.
Originally posted by playasupreme
Man, I read all the posts in this thread and: you are all little b*tches!Really. "I'm cool and you're not and here's a long-winded list why!" What a bunch of sissies! You've got to be REALLY wussed out to have to validate your manhood to people on line. That's just PATHETIC. Really!
What are you guys in the third grade and daddy and mommy don't give you enough attention or what? Who cares what Karate school you go to nerdo and who cares what stupid rose-colored goggles you look at and rate women on-- HB9? what the f*ck is that **** dork? Either she's hot or not and who gives a **** what anybody else thinks-- but that's just me I'm not some martial-arts obsessed wuss that got his ass beat every day in high school so he has to tell the whole world every day: "hey look what I got, she's hot, right?" Sad. Really sad man. So what if you never got any in high school dork-- you can't make up for it now, you're still a f*ckin' dweeb.
I'm really just pissing myself and holding my stomache 'cause it hurts so bad laughing at this generic "I wanna be a tough stud" crap. Sad guys, I mean GIRLS.
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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.
Don't be stupid Clooney. All my shyt is real. That was established along time ago during the Great PS and Stargeek debates. I was real he was a fake.Originally posted by CLOONEY
hhhahaha, are you serious, those pics are from a movie? hahahahaha.
As far as the advice, I am sure Vector will not listen to it, as 99% of people on these boards dont actually listen to the advice given. They end up doing the same thing they were going to do anyways. Let him learn by his own experiences, he is having fun at the moment, next moment he might not. Its all part of the expereince of life. This thread is going on a bit too long now, its pretty much just become flaming with nothing usefull at all coming out of it.
But still, if that pic is from a movie as brain says, hahahaahahahaahahaahahahahaahahahaahahhaa.
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.
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.