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.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
Stéphane said:Kissing might not be a good idea... in the past month i've must of hooked up with 5 chicks, and I think I got herpes from one of them... it ****ing sucks.. I don't know if I want to be a DJ anymore.
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.
Stéphane said:blisters keep popping up on my lips, and a lot of them. It's not really fun.
Stéphane said:well not really blisters, but its sort of like acne but with the white stuff that comes out if you pop. idk how to explain it.
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.
I don't think "most people" on here have blisters popping up all over their lips. I never have had that have you?Luke Skywalker said:I think most people must have herpes in here, or don't think STD's are a big deal as long as they are not life-threatening STDs. But yeah, this is one of the consequences of riskful behaviour, this is one of the price you have to pay. So you go through all the trouble to have the moment where you can make out with someone or have sex, and at the end of the day you get an STD like herpes as an unexpected hidden cost.
Good lord - you got this from kissing. Well, it's a good thing I didn't catch it myself from the three girls that I had kissed in my life last year. That's why whenever I'm thinking of kissing someone, I hesitate, because you never know who has an STD nowadays.
But you have people worried that they are breaking DJ rules by not kissing on the first or second date, well, suppose the date has herpes, then I guess that mistake may be a delay from catching it whenever they do start kissing, but then I guess I'm just a little boy for ranting about STD's, as some people would say on here, and you for complaining about it.
I don't think it's part of the equation of a seduction to make sure a girl is clean other than staying away from girls altogether. Especially for easy girls or hoes. Even if you did check out all the girls, there may be one of them where a disease passes through the tests undetected, or maybe it's that one girl you got too carried away with at the heat of the moment and you didn't want to kill the mood. All it takes is one infected girl that falls through the cracks of your grid. Let's say you are seducting lots of girls, do you have the time to check all of them out to see if they are clean to a doctor, and do you think every single girl is going to cooperate with something like that?Nip/Tuck said:OMG I'm laughing my ass off. :crackup: Seriously don't you guys make sure the girl is CLEAN before you do anything them? Yes once you have herpes you will have it for LIFE and from what I heard, it hurts like a b*tch during the first few break outs.
Cold sore is a symptom of this - noted.NipTuck said:It also means you have to take medication when cold sores pop up, so you don't infect others. Sucks for you man, didn't you look at her mouth and see the cold sore? You should have been more careful, be glad it ain't something worse like AIDS.![]()
Thought it was like 80%.NipTuck said:If you wanna feel better know that about 40% of AMERICAN SKANKS have the same thing, so now you don't really have to worry about it.
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.
That's the way to look at it, you can't let stuff like this get you down.Stéphane said:W.e. i'm willing to live with herpes it ain't that much a big deal, but it's pretty annoying.
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.