Drdeee
Banned
Daughter, no thank you. With son you don't have to worry about nothing. Daughters start dating and faking at age 15, 16. Smoke cigarettes because it's cool. Go to a lot of parties and come home late. Fak that.
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
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.
Lol, I'm starting to wonder about you sometimesJaylan said:Yeah, like our sons will be pure and innocent and wont ever lie and fake![]()
Right that's the goal of the father but how many times does that really end up happening? Just look at this forum Gray the Prince, that's almost a direct measure of how many fathers failed to teach their sons about women.Gray The Prince said:Lol, I'm starting to wonder about you sometimes
What I believe they mean is that sons are much easier and much more fun to raise than daughters. With a son, you can train him with sports, with women and basically to steer in him in the right direction and usually have less to worry about.
Daughters however, are another story.
ThisArcBound said:Right that's the goal of the father but how many times does that really end up happening? Just look at this forum Gray the Prince, that's almost a direct measure of how many fathers failed to teach their sons about women.
Because I care if you wonder about me?Gray The Prince said:Lol, I'm starting to wonder about you sometimes
What I believe they mean is that sons are much easier and much more fun to raise than daughters. With a son, you can train him with sports, with women and basically to steer in him in the right direction and usually have less to worry about.
Daughters however, are another story.
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.
Drdeee said:No not that. Daughters
A) get laid and get ho status Sons who can't get laid and have to come to sites like this for basic social skills.
B) make less money Sons who spend that extra money on hookers and strip clubs
C) can get raped Sons get their penis chopped up by crazy ex's
Sons get laid and get good at it, make money, create things. Because no woman ever in the history of the world has ever done anything? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marie_Curie would be rolling in her grave right now
Your daughter get pregnant no husband, your grand son is gonna live a poor life. I thought we all hated marriage on this website? You should be happy that she won't be married. And the grandson is a dude. A guaranteed source of income for life.
If things get worse for the next generation, this is even less likely than today.Drdeee said:Sons get laid and get good at it,
Women make money. Questionable methods sometimes, but they make money and know where it is and who has it. Don't worry.make money
Society is turning more towards consumption. Some create, many consume. It's no longer cool to make something original. It's cool to buy **** everyone else already has. This is the environment you will have to fight against when raising a son.create things.
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.
Some of us didn't have fathers. Mine passed away when I was young so I have had to teach myself everything about everything.ArcBound said:Right that's the goal of the father but how many times does that really end up happening? Just look at this forum Gray the Prince, that's almost a direct measure of how many fathers failed to teach their sons about women.
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.