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.
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.
I have a few gay friends, and am patient with them. But, yes, it's called a perversion for a reason. On the bright side, all the more options for us DJs.No one is born gay. It's a mental disorder. Something is wrong with there brains...
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.
Again, it's an open forum (absent pissing off the mods). So all kinds will be here. I couldn't care any less about sexual orientation.Yeah while this thread is kind of OT, it is still interesting to note how many people on this site openly bash gays and promote intolerance. The level of ignorance and fear mongering is honestly pathetic. Gotta love the ones claiming not to hate gays, but insist on taking theirs rights and promoting intolerance of them. Right. Replace "gays" with "blacks" in some of the posts and you'll see quite an eerie connection. Did we go back in time half a century?
The most surprising part is how very few have spoken up against the extreme bigots that have posted. Perhaps the silent majority disagree? Who knows. But it's definitely a sad state of affairs that has changed my overall perspective on the type of people here.
To the contrary, sometimes the ugly truth can heard by listening very closely.If you don't like them, ignore them. I do it all the time.
Don't forgot their faggot parades. There's children that see that sh!t. Unacceptable.I could care less what two men or women want to do to each other. It is their personal business. Live and let live as others have said...
However, I hate the gay culture... I dislike the flamboyancy of it, their pride events which are less about actual pride and more about some absurd fetishization and perversions. I dislike how they obnoxiously promote their sexuality. I dislike the degree of political correctness that they try to promote, which leads to a large-scale loss of free speech. I dislike that simple tolerance of homosexuality is not enough, instead you must give resounding approval and endorsement or elses one is a "redneck" or a "homophobe". Most of all, I dislike the victim mentality I see in 90%+ of homosexual people that I have met.
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.
What a joke. You can't even compare black people and gays in the context of this thread.Yeah while this thread is kind of OT, it is still interesting to note how many people on this site openly bash gays and promote intolerance. The level of ignorance and fear mongering is honestly pathetic. Gotta love the ones claiming not to hate gays, but insist on taking theirs rights and promoting intolerance of them. Right. Replace "gays" with "blacks" in some of the posts and you'll see quite an eerie connection. Did we go back in time half a century?
The most surprising part is how very few have spoken up against the extreme bigots that have posted. Perhaps the silent majority disagree? Who knows. But it's definitely a sad state of affairs that has changed my overall perspective on the type of people here.
I believe there are two types of gay people:Yes, do you understand the concept of nature?
You are part of the Canadian liberal party aren't you? Go tell JT and his army of retards that Canadian parents have had enough of this sh1t and we are pushing back starting with Manitoba and ending with YOU.Certainly an eye opener, to think that educating kids about "individuality and differences" is paramount to being evil and sinister.
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.
Of course because that is the only diversity that matters.But only diversity targeted at whites of course.
And if course whites being proud or looking out for the interests of their own ethnicity is wrong a bad. But when others to it, totally cool.Of course because that is the only diversity that matters.
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.