WhitePimp
Master Don Juan
I also ride my bike when I'm stressed or not stressed...but I actively search out harder routes when I'm pissed.
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.
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.
Nice to see another cyclist in the forum. I've always felt that using exercise as a diversion was the best way to relieve stress and make you more fit at the same time. It definitely has a different outcome than just boozing it up.Originally posted by WhitePimp
I also ride my bike when I'm stressed or not stressed...but I actively search out harder routes when I'm pissed.
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.
There's a sexist joke in there that's straining to get out y'know....Originally posted by penkitten
i evict people.
i manage hud apartments. really.Originally posted by Francisco d'Anconia
There's a sexist joke in there that's straining to get out y'know....![]()
I knew there was a reasonable explanation but my mind chooses to amuse itself in its own way...Originally posted by penkitten
i manage hud apartments. really.
why does that sound so familiar?Originally posted by Francisco d'Anconia
I knew there was a reasonable explanation but my mind chooses to amuse itself in its own way...![]()
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.
Does the voices in your head amuse you too?Originally posted by penkitten
why does that sound so familiar?
actually i wanted to say, spoken like a true man... however i thought that might be a mean thing to say ...Originally posted by Francisco d'Anconia
Does the voices in your head amuse you too?![]()
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.
HA what a pvssy.Originally posted by Pure Drive +
I cry myself to sleep because I got mad and hit the door too hard with my hand.![]()