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.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
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.
Befriend the jocks and football players, all chicks loves football players because it's a tough a sport and they're all brainwashed by MTV to think jocks are studs. DO GO TO PARTIES (especially the first few so you become friends with those kids), HAVE A SOCIAL LIFE and make sure you're cool. (Play sports, funny, goodlookin/dressed and social/outgoing.) If you can't do those then don't complain when ur stuck with nerds.dave007 said:ok...I am sure all you guys wanted to set this part of your highschool life right...but still i feel we must dicuss this topic in detail and find a solution..
doesn't high school suck?Bling said:Hate to be a prick, but you won't ever be popular. I remember walking in my freshman year thinking I was going to be so loud, and so confident. I was going to be popular, I was going to **** so many girls. Was I loud and confident? Yes. Did I become popular or **** so many girls? No. I was annoying and still the same virgin I am today at 17. You won't ever **** the hottest girl. Sorry. That's how high school is. From day one, you have a glass ceiling. Very, very, very few can actually break it. The way to be popular is to **** the hottest girl (what do you have to offer to get her to look your way?), be the hottest guy (pure genetics), score TDs (pure genetics- and probably only baseball or basketball players get some sort of attention. Otherwise sports don't get you ****ed.), or have something so ****ing special about yourself that everybody wants to get to know you like being the governor's son or something. Even then, the popular life is pretty overrated. It's full of annoying suckups, drugs, alcohol (I'm not saying they're bad that's your decision, I'm saying you have to do them to maintain the popularity), and people that don't give a **** about you. Strive to be happy with people that want to be with you for who you are. I know that's straight out of the parent handbook, but trust me, people will notice and you will gain some sort of popularity from it. Not trying to be popular and accepting who you are will help you be more popular.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
Yup I agree for the most part. I think u can get popular though. Just hang out with the same kids do all their **** go to parties, etc. I know a girl who's hella smart, all that, always had the attitude, always had confidence, all she did was throw a party at her house. It was right after exams too, so that probably helped.Bling said:Hate to be a prick, but you won't ever be popular. I remember walking in my freshman year thinking I was going to be so loud, and so confident. I was going to be popular, I was going to **** so many girls. Was I loud and confident? Yes. Did I become popular or **** so many girls? No. I was annoying and still the same virgin I am today at 17. You won't ever **** the hottest girl. Sorry. That's how high school is. From day one, you have a glass ceiling. Very, very, very few can actually break it. The way to be popular is to **** the hottest girl (what do you have to offer to get her to look your way?), be the hottest guy (pure genetics), score TDs (pure genetics- and probably only baseball or basketball players get some sort of attention. Otherwise sports don't get you ****ed.), or have something so ****ing special about yourself that everybody wants to get to know you like being the governor's son or something. Even then, the popular life is pretty overrated. It's full of annoying suckups, drugs, alcohol (I'm not saying they're bad that's your decision, I'm saying you have to do them to maintain the popularity), and people that don't give a **** about you. Strive to be happy with people that want to be with you for who you are. I know that's straight out of the parent handbook, but trust me, people will notice and you will gain some sort of popularity from it. Not trying to be popular and accepting who you are will help you be more popular.
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.
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.