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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
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.
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.