Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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.
Me. I also have a daughter.
Who enjoys shame? No one. Hence it’s used as a corrective measure.
The downfall to having a wh-re of a daughter, is she won't tell you about it if she knows you're the slut-shamer.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Sure that can happen. But a father would likely be a fool to not know. I grew up with such women. And if I were their father, I’d likely, though not definitely, know.
Also, would such a daughter tell her pal for a dad (something he shouldn’t be) such a thing? “Hey daddy, because you’re such a nice daddy, there’s something I wanna tell ya…”
The argument isn't if you're a fool to not know or know. Way to deflect.
Well then, this is a double-edged sword, if you don't want to know about it, then you can't enforce it.
I had no intention of deflecting. I fully absorbed your points.
Do you mean prevention of whorishness or slur-shaming?
No, prevention of your kids keeping secrets from you.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
I believe that’s prevented by high-investment parenting with welcomed communication and understanding.
Children begin deceiving their parents at a very early age. Sometimes they're caught, sometimes not. Sometimes they fess up. It's just something that all kids do. By the time they are teenagers MOST will find ways to keep parents in the dark on some behaviors.
This is probably the best way to mitigate it. Parents don't need to be best buds with their kids but they can make them feel comfortable with dialogue, at least.
I think it has to do with likes and like-mindedness. If they're the type to want to be religious as you, or same political party as you, they'll be open about it. So if you let them know ahead of time you don't blame women for sleeping with a lot of guys, you'll only know if they're like-minded as you.
I suppose. Though I’m not going to show approval for that which I don’t. Neither is my wife.
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.
Oh yes, if a father is air headed and doesn’t educate his son on what women are like. My son will be well informed. Plus I have a library of related must-read books for him.
It appears you need a primer on what caused the incel crisis in the first place.
The last couple of days, I been hanging out in a Hispanic gang-infested area, looking to hire a bilingual person to translate for me. Supposedly, girls in gangs don't just hang out on street corners anymore like they did in the '70s and '80s. So I been having a hard time even finding women. Supposedly trick-or-treating was a bigger thing back then too, I don't know what feminism has to do with these changes.
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.