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.
Your reason?DJVladdy said:I would like to become a moderator
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
You are a lot closer to the actual process than you think. Minus the cash anyway.Maxtro said:Heh I thought about being a mod on occasion, simply to get rid of the trash that often collects here.
There should be be moderator audtions, where each person who wants to be a mod should post why they want to be a mod, and how they plan to make sosuave a better place. Then everybody who wants to be a mod has to pack a suitcase and they move into a mansion. They are divided into teams and forced to undergo challenges. Whom ever is left standing at the end can become a moderator or takes the $10,000 grand prize.
What! There is no cash prize?! Fine, I'll hang up my pimp cane and go back home.Heart Break Kid said:You are a lot closer to the actual process than you think. Minus the cash anyway.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Actually none of us like Heart Break Kid, but we put up with him because he's a great troll catcher.j0n024 said:But seeing as how society works they (MODS) will pick someone they LIKE as opposed to picking someone better suited for the job...
j0n024 said:The mods now are very very lazy and I think they should be changed or at least put some ACTIVE members on the mod board.
If only we were allowed to post a photo of the Mod Corner, you'd realize how wrong that statement is.j0n024 said:The mods now are very very lazy and I think they should be changed or at least put some ACTIVE members on the mod board.
One more well placed neg and my bytch shield will be down. Looks like all your excercise might pay off.Quiksilver said:Actually none of us like Heart Break Kid, but we put up with him because he's a great troll catcher.
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 forgot about deleting all the reported posts from your inbox. You know, the ones where n00bs ask basic questions. We get lots of those. Oh yeah, and the ones from iqqi too.Provides some relief from deleting spam and troll posts
Actually that was a back-handed compliment, you'd better brush up on your skills before you embarrass yourself anymore..Heart Break Kid said:One more well placed neg and my bytch shield will be down. Looks like all your excercise might pay off.
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.