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.
finally a quality post!BluEyes said:If I'm fed up with flirting, I just signal the chick from across the room and do this:
>signal her with a head toss(you know, like you're saying whats up)
>smile a little(not creepy, but not dumb either)
>hold my hand out between us and sort of point back and forth between me and her quickly, like you're subcomunicating "me and you".
>then nod in the direction of the doorway, and point with the thumb of outstretched hand.
The times I did it and it worked, both girls were like "wtf?!", walked up to me because the place was loud... I put my hand on the small of her back and led her into the house's hallway. Without saying a word just started making out with her.
If they act like "wtf?", just call them over with your hand, and lead her out of the room.
It works well(from my experience) at house parties and large social gatherings.
I'll admit I'm not confident enough for it to work all the time, and sometimes they aren't in the mood... but when it does work it's golden.
By the way, it might seem weird, but try acting it out right now.
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.
Excuses, excuses, excuses...Zippy said:I need to build up my life and move away from everyone... Maybe I should never make friends so girls can't fall for them. It feels like, if one girl turns me down, I feel infinite embarrassment and that I'm worth nothing. This is very hard for me because I'm very antisocial now and I don't like people. No, I'm not saying that just because of "hormones" or anything petty like that, I probably have Avoidant Personality Disorder, I think.
I can't picture myself getting any type of girlfriend, but randomly fvcking people... I think I might stoop to this level now.ChrizZ said:Excuses, excuses, excuses...
She turned you down because you were too shy to make a move and fvck her. Don't move away. She rejected you? Perfect! Don't next her. Tell her you want to hook up with her and bang her so hard that she ain't gonna sh!t right for a week. If she still rejects you then fvck her sister!
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.
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.
Because I keep changing my mind and I don't know what I want.superchill89 said:why are you here then?
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.
Shure, when I was 15, I got epilepsy. Heavily medicated, I gained alot of fat and ended up at a chubby 220 lbs. My energy stooped and made me kinda zombie like. My focus were so bad that I forgot what people said to me 20 inutes ago. Grades went down, nonexisting social life. Oh, my meds were also used to treat bipolar disease. So I was cronically depressed. For the next when I was 20, I felt like I needed a change. I looked at my problems. Problem A, problem B, problem C etc ... for every problem there is a solution. So I made plans for fixing my problems. This is self improvment. I didn't even use what I read on this page. I fixed my problems and that gave me alot of confidence and inner peace. When my inner game changed, I became naturally attractive. I lost my virgiity at the tender age of 21. Does it even matter? No. Im in a good place because I fixed my problems. I have a greate girlfriend and good friends. Basicly, when I was at my lowest point I asked myself "I wonder what I'm like in ten years." That question kept me interested in improving myself.Zippy said:Ummm... Chase? Did you even get what I meant? I wasn't talking about what you said, I'm talking about the way you type things, it can be a challenge reading something like this, "0mg hey liek u ned to lyke pul urself 2gether bcuz u r a mezz..."
Many of you had it worse eh? May I hear some stories/get links to old threads that contain your stories?
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.