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.
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.
^^^ this right hereThey will make personal life decisions that seem childish or so nonsensical it leaves you with a one word question. Why?
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.
Every ex is THE WORST PERSON IN THE WORLD. But you are the best person in the world...for now.Every relationship they’ve ever had they’ve always been the victim
Yep. I hate borderlines with a passion. They’re basically narcissists that don’t have a spine. They’ll stab you in the back just as fast, they’re cowards, they talk in vague terms. I wish nothing but bad things to happen to borderlines.Every ex is THE WORST PERSON IN THE WORLD. But you are the best person in the world...for now.
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.
You forgetting about the chanting parts, {shout out loud that jesus christ compels you!}Splash her with holy water to see if she melts.
Most narcissists aren’t going to invite you inside their house. And if they do it won’t be until months of knowing them, it’s the weirdest thing.They will be all lovey dovey one minute and instantly attack you or blow up the next min.
Also, I ALWAYS recommend to guys if they get a chance to hang out at the girl's place, excuse yourself to the bathroom and look in her medicine cabinet for any meds.
Why would you want to do it?What can you do to covertly test if the woman is BPD when you date ther?
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.
True. Everyone who had a mother knows how to spot a bpd. 99% of them like thisFirstly.. check to make sure she has a vagina.... if so... she likely has bpd. I think they all have it to a degree... just different brands and flavors of it....
Who said anything about narcissists? I was talking about a bpd woman, not a npd one.Most narcissists aren’t going to invite you inside their house. And if they do it won’t be until months of knowing them, it’s the weirdest thing.
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.