She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
Gotta disagree with you on this one; Grad level stats class here behind my belt too.Rollo Tomassi said:41-70 was my count, but bear in mind that you're going to skew your results with 30 point jumps like this. You've got a 20 point jump between 21-40 and the higher you go, the bigger the statistical variance. I understand your logic, but you might want to rethink your ranges. My actual tally is 43 (or at least thats where I lose count), but there's a whole world of difference between that and 70 partners. Also, age is going to statistically skew your results too.
Quality over quantity? That doesn't really apply here. The idea of this place is to enable men to be sexually satisfied. You can either be satisfied by being in a LTR or simply dating around.Broham said:This is the dumbest poll ever.
What ever happened to quality over quantity?
Numbers mean sh*t if most of your lays are hb1-5, unless you find Dorito rolls and lazy eyes attractive.
I bet the numbers would be much lower if the criteria was hb7+.
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.
I also voted "0". Couldn't help myself...penkitten said:sadly, i voted zero for a good excuse.
# of lays is like bench, people always round upMavrick said:It's about the quality of women you are obtaining, not the quantity.
I've got quantity, but yet to find quality.
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.
Thats basically what I said in the first page.MacAvoy said:I honestly don't know. I stopped trying to count at 30. I stopped counting because I realized that it was just a stupid number and made no impact on my life. I honestly have no clue where I am at. By the time I got that far, I had enough skills that it didn't matter.
LOL quoting myselfMaxtro said:Going back to my earlier point. Once a man has hit 20 he pretty much knows what he is doing. The only thing preventing himself from getting more women is a lack of desire. If he wanted to have a high body count, the he would, obviously it is not his skills or lack thereof that is holding him back.
I come from the same school of thought. I value my privacy to the nth degreee.guru1000 said:I refuse to answer on grounds that one day it might become incriminating.
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.
My thoughts exactly.Maxtro said:LOL what are you guys afraid of? That somehow somebody will figure out who you are by your handle? Then they somehow figure out what vote you picked from an anonymous poll? And even if all that happened how can you be incriminated?
"Honey, I found out"
"Found what out"
'When you told me that you were only with 3 girls, you lied to me"
"Huh what"
"I hacked the Sosuave board and found out that you voted that you were with 40-50 women. I hate you!"
"Curse you Sosuave and your polls! If only I hadn't voted!"
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.