trickynick
Master Don Juan
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You either own the game or it owns you!
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You either own the game or it owns you!
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.
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.
Why????Originally posted by trickynick:
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Just reread your own posts. They're remarkably similar.Originally posted by Mark:
Why????
Can you post some threads that he did?
Fvck you.Originally posted by galactus:
Just reread your own posts. They're remarkably similar.
"Fvck you"? This is cleaning up your act?Originally posted by Mark:
Fvck you.Originally posted by galactus:
Just reread your own posts. They're remarkably similar.
What I do to you?
I don't make fun of you. And I told you I cleaned up my act.
You guys are the ones being pr1cks 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.
Trickynick, I haven't seen him throwing a narcissistic rage recently. Or, have I missed it that again?Originally posted by trickynick:
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Originally posted by trickynick:
galactus and Mark,
The purpose of this thread was not for you two to have a flame war. You two already got one thread closed in here doing this. Don't hi-jack my topic.
BTW Mark, I am not impressed with this. We have a truce now, remember?
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.
Originally posted by Mark:
I didn't do anything to him.......
sh1t we're just acting like little whiny babies aren't we???
I'll be the adult and stop it.
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.