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.
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.
The girls are good...you should have posted more pics with them.Originally posted by Aiken_Drum:
Here are my pics guys!
If there's any girls here, try to keep your hands in the keyboard allright?
First, this pic was taken BEFORE I started bb, about 2 years ago. What a DJ eh ??
http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Bari.jpg
Now, onto the body. Sorry for the quality, you can't see my face with this piss poor web cam. But it's the same as in the first pic... http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Ad1.jpg
For 50 bucks, which one is my fav exercise?
Deads!
http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Ad2.jpg
Looking good...
http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Ad3.jpg
http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Ad4.jpg
Yup, I squat.
Keep posting guys, we still need Soshyopate's, Don Juan's, D's & Viroid's...
EDIT: I weight 183 pounds in those pics (taken today) by the way.
[This message has been edited by Aiken_Drum (edited 10-01-2002).]
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.
Why do you have a nike logo on your head?
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.
Then why did you said it was you??
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.
You see Viroid? I'm hot, so don't complain about my ambiguously - hetero pics cause girls dig them
*tsk tsk* vain are we?Originally posted by Aiken_Drum:
I'm hot, so don't complain about my ambiguously - hetero pics cause girls dig them.
Sorry, I dont think I have any pics of myself with my shirt off posing.
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.