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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.
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.
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.
WTF!?!?!?!?MANtle said:I refuse to say all pussies are ugly. there are some perfect pussies that you'd wanna bury yer face into forever!!!
but anyway.. rings a bell dude, rings a bell...
The thing is in my case i fell for a girl whoz boobs never saw eachother.. nipples grew to the size of a marble, she was fat and her p_u_SS_Y could even scratch her ankle if she wasn't looking..!! but thats 'love' - i fell in love with her and overlooked all of that.. now where am i?? she cheats on me!! hahaha - life is soo funny!
anyway,
NEXT.
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.
I don't eat em.. at least not yet. May be Ill save this one for some special chick..right now all I give em is dic k.i don't really like having pubic hair in my mouth and all that... meh.
That's probably not as uncommon as one might think. I imagine varying degrees of hermaphroditism are expressed in a small percentage of the human population. It probably wouldnt hurt for this chick to check for Kleinfelter's syndrome as well since someone with that disorder would want to be aware of what goes along with that (such as being sterile).spider_007 said:i used to know a striper who had a huge cli*t. I mean this thing was like 1 inch long... we used to joke around how she would bend me over and fvck me with it.
damn, just saying that feels so wrong!!!!!!
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.
LOL what is that supposed to mean bro?? lolCremasta said:Yep, some are pretty bad and after you've fycked them, they look like a bulldog that's eaten porridge!