Soma
Banned
haha, that was some ****ed up shiet. Poor dude.
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'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.
I guess so. Ive never been in a real fight. Does that make me a pvssy?Originally posted by Ken785
any more good ones??? You guys had to have had some interesting encounters w/ past bullies... or am i correct and you are all pvssies??
My story sounds abit like yours. This isn't really a street fight, more of "assualt".Originally posted by WestCoaster
I regret not pounding the crap out of a guy in high school who flipped me sh-t 24/7. He was a weakling, but I was an AFC so I didn't. I could've pummeled him and he would've backed off. One of my best friends took a shot at him in grade school or junior high and he never got near him.
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.
That's the problem. Now a days, most people are taking 1 or 2 shots...From guns. I guess the days of "fighting for your honor" have gone out the window.Originally posted by WestCoaster
Usually one or two shots at a guy in junior high will shut him up for high school.
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.
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.
You are a sad, small, insignifigant man.Originally posted by DrBeard
Sum guy was givin me some lip last week and I told him to suck his own d*ck if he has one. He was ready to hit me but I stared the nobf*ck in the eyes and didnt back down. He went off saying he'd deck me but he is gonna let me off and when he was walking away me and my mates lobbed some bricks at him!
rofl i can only assume that drbeard is the pigeon kidOriginally posted by alphawolfx
you forget... it's DrBeard
why didn't you just fly over him and take a crap on his head?
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.