The girls don't like the shirt. They like the guy who is wearing it. The clothes don't make the guy. The guy makes the clothes.realsmoothie said:DAMN that is one ugly shirt!
Sorry, LOL! The girls obviously like it!
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.
The girls don't like the shirt. They like the guy who is wearing it. The clothes don't make the guy. The guy makes the clothes.realsmoothie said:DAMN that is one ugly shirt!
Sorry, LOL! The girls obviously like it!
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.
I know I know, it's a joke!Mayfly said:The girls don't like the shirt. They like the guy who is wearing it. The clothes don't make the guy. The guy makes the clothes.![]()
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.
Dumb ass.sparky0000 said:dude, it was going good until the part about her wearing a sport team's jersey :crackup: . things really have gone to hell in america. girls can't be considered "hot" when they wear such things. she should have heels on. probably a nice skirt. makeup. things like that. it is what god intended.
seriously, what type of girl decides to go out in public with such a thing on? mmm...come to think of it...most american girls are built like linebackers these days. ok, now it is starting to make some sense.
Dude...ur C&F is getting better and better.Me: Would you like to take a picture with your cell phone so you can look at me for a little bit longer?
HB7.5: (Blushing) I'm sorry. You look pretty good.
Me: Well thanks. I gotta get back to my date, but what is ur name?
HB7.5: blah blah
Jesus Christ man! Unbelievable!I had to go fill up the pitcher for the game, so I walked over to the keg and on my way another girl HB8 pulled me by my tie and started making out with me. I hope my date wasn't watching cause we were kissing for at least two minutes.
Me: If you are going to kiss me like that, put your number in my phone
HB8: You are a really good kisser (taking my phone)