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.
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.
You need to pick up a girl and spark attraction with her in the first place in order for her to become your girlfriend.JPlaya said:I thought those tactics were used for picking up girls temporarily not for long term relationships
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.
Forever alone:JPlaya said:I'm sorry I don't have enough game to attract girls with game.
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.
We don't hate you. You do that to yourself enough for all of us.JPlaya said:why do yall hate me so much?
JPlaya said:lol you racist, you live 30 minutes from me
I know about your town.
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.
Click the link that says DJ Bible on the bottom left hand corner of the screen.JPlaya said:I haven't been on this board since I got banned and I am trying. It takes time.
To the first poster.loveshogun said:We don't hate you. You do that to yourself enough for all of us.
Seriously, listen to yourself. "I have no game."
Then fix it. I know people with Asperger's and autism who are able to put in the effort. They have setbacks and obstacles, and they may never get to the point of being super popular, but they at least become happy with themselves.
If you spent less time creating whiny threads and more time becoming an interesting person, you wouldn't have to ask these questions.
Really?? 29 decades of age?? Can I find you in the guinness world records?ananursing said:I am a PRIME example of this products getting a guy from being more intense than bad in university...girls examine even discuss to me and were ashamed by my existence....to being 29 decades of age and being able to choose up a lady anywhere besides maybe a team or bar or at least have a fun connections.
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.