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.
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.
dont use facebook , poeple will read your mind and your life activity from fb , even from simple pictures and comments , it will tell alot about you , and mostly negativeDoes anyone even use Facebook anymore?
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.
Yes. I remember reading an article that compared today to American society several decades back. I think it was in the NYT but I'm not sure.Bumsniff said:If Facebook was gone forever from this moment on. Would there be an increase of people in need of psychiatric assistance? Would the loss of constant attention and audience of 'fans' possibly drive many people over the edge?
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.
:crackup: :crackup:Blackmm said:People would just reactivate their Myspace accounts.
They do that for NFL, CEO, MLB, SAG, BMW, AMG, CBS, NBC, ABC, BET, MTV, COO, CFO players too!Burroughs said:The end of facebook would be a drastic change for bishes...and a good one for dudes
their prime dealer of emotional crack would be gone, chicks would be forced to go to bars and guzzle cvm for the attention they crave..
they already do this for NHL and NBA players but now normal dudes would be getting head in the bathroom stalls in clubs accross america...without facebook chicks would be tetherless and confused, where to post pics of that mediocre maranara sauce she is trying to pass off as edible..ok you're right bishes don't cook...where to post azz shot self pics ...and best of all
NO MORE FISH LIP PICS!!
nismo-4 said::crackup: :crackup:
If that goes, people would reactivate their POF, OKCupid, and Black Planet Accounts!
They do that for NFL, CEO, MLB, SGA, BMW, AMG, CBS, NBC, ABC, BET, MTV, COO, CFO players too!
But, there would still be a smartphone app that women would be into to be away from men. It might be called iHunk, where a woman can interact with a virtual muscular millionaire who wants to get married in a mansion.
I've called it Flakebook and Fakebook.
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.