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.
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.
8 months. I was shocked when she told me she was bi-polar. I never would have suspected it. She told me a couple of weeks ago when I asked her what all her pills were for.How far a long into the relationship are you?
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Be careful my friend. You know the drill. This is serious stuff.Desdinova said:She told me she was diagnosed Bi-polar, but she faithfully takes her pills every single day. Every fvcking woman should be on that 5hit.
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.
SecondHalf said:Ran from one of those, takes some SSRI and Lithium.
Wasn't ready to date nutty after just surviving a 14 year marriage with a cluster B.
Turned her into a FB.
Now I service her between her two month victims.
It works.
I have a friend who had that happen to him. He had no clue she was bipolar until right after they got married. She stopped taking her meds, went batshît, and threatened him at gunpoint.Espi said:I'm no expert on bipolar disorder, but a family member of mine was involved in a long-term relationship, and his bi-polar GF, for whatever reason, would stop taking her meds, and her depression would quicken to the point that she wouldn't get out of bed.
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.
cordoncordon said:I'm confused. In another thread you wrote this yesterday:
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I've found mine, and we're getting divorced. The worst part about the whole thing is I found mine AFTER I joined this forum and had been posting regularly.
Being with the wrong woman TWICE is enough for me.
And now you are saying you are with a bipolar woman WHILE you are getting divorced for the second time to another woman? Some of you guys just love the drama don't you? I don't get it.
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.