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.
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.
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
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.
Forever alone:JPlaya said:I'm sorry I don't have enough game to attract girls with game.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.