Soma
Banned
haha, that was some ****ed up shiet. Poor dude.
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.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
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.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
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 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.
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.
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'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.