gongxia649
Don Juan
being an afc is not bad after all.
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.
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.
Holy crap, he did what your doing, WeakGame, and it actually worked!? It defies explanation.ou can say it first.
My experience proves it.
My girlfriend and I met to break up. I was devasted (I'd asked on the phone and she'd told me the purpose of us meeting for coffee).
It was horrific, the pain I felt.
As we were leaving, I broke down. I told her I had been falling for her, then she said "What!?" and I left because I'd started to cry.
Just absolutely gut-wrenching paid I'd felt -- never felt anything like it before.
Then we talked on the phone for a long time that night.
Then a few weeks later, I told her I loved her. And she said she loved me.
Now it's about six month's later.
If I'd never told her I'd loved her, I don't think I'd still be with her.
The thing is, I KNEW that she was in love with me because she was ALWAYS saying things like, "I LOVE how you" do this, or that, or the other thing.
But if a girl isn't extremely emotional toward me, I'd NEVER EVER say I loved her.
And, incidentally, don't let how you really feel stop you from telling her you love her.
That's between you and yourself.
There are great advantages to lying and saying you love her.
But I don't think you can EVER EVER then tell her that you don't and didn't love her.
That's be just about the worst thing a human being could say to another human being: "I never loved you -- I was lying."
Aghhh... horror...
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Exactly, a MAN doesn't seek validation for his emotions.virtual_insanity said:men ****ing cry if they ****ing want to, being a man is doing what u feel right, confidently
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.
A man should always try to show strength. There are few times in a mans life when he cries. A death or perhaps even the birth of his child are fine.DJ_in_making said:Exactly, a MAN doesn't seek validation for his emotions.
Listen to your grandfather, he's right.
Well it looks like being an AFC got her back for the time being, but I guarantee that continuing to act like an AFC will not keep her around for long... Now you have to start acting like a man.gongxia649 said:being an afc is not bad after all.
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.