Buddha_Mind
Master Don Juan
Zekko, I completely agree.
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.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
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.
Wow... two words: Pvssy. Whipped.Buddha_Mind said:She would even say things like she is "damaged goods" and all sorts of stuff like this -- to which I would feel like it wasn't fair, some of what she had been through you know. It was the lack of having any positive male role models in life that led her to stripping, it was the lack of this same thing that was her causation for many destructive relationships with men.
You are right, and I do agree. I was blinded by love man, I don't know how else to describe it...I was under the influence of oneitis and we-can-be-togethers and all sorts of drug-like-induced perceptions...I cared about her...and I did genuinely feel she got "shafted" so to speak, by her upbringing. I'm not saying its an excuse or even OK or that you are wrong; I'm just saying, I cared about her you know, just like you might have a fvcked up friend who you know has had a rough past or doesn't make the best decisions...I thought I saw a "truer version" of her...Zarky said:Come on man you're smarter than this. I hope. I thought.
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.
Die Hard said:Honestly, you have to toughen up, Buddha. You're too "soft", too "reasonable", putting too much emphasis on "dialogue" and the idea of mutual reciprocation, too much emphasis on the combination of you and her. I see this in everything you write, not just about her and your reflections on what happened between the two of you but also in your more general ideas. As if positive results in this game depend on the balance between you and her...
No, her part of the story doesn't mean sh!t, man.. It's you, you, you, you, you, all the way. There is no mutual process, there is only your process. There is no case of your reality meeting her reality, there is only your reality.
In a videogame adventure there's you, the main character, and there's the other characters to interact with. But they are only there as fill up, they hold no true substance. Each character always stands/walks in the same spot and says the same lines when you interact with them... When they say something that doesn't appease you, you swing your sword or shoot your gun at them. You don't care about them or their perspective, they're just there to fill up the game, to enrich your adventure. They are only extras in your universe. Their perspective doesn't exist, they have no story to live trough, they have no other purpose than to serve their part in your story, in your world. You don't play a part in their story, they have no story. It's a one way experience!
How far you take it exactly, is up to you. But you need to adjust your attitude more into this direction to become more successful with women. Be more dominant, be more aggressive, be more determined to take from her what you want instead of receiving from her what you want. This adjustment in attitude needs to be carried through, it needs to become a part of you, it needs to be internalized. If you can't do that or don't want to do that, you'll remain a recovering AFC at the most, but you won't become a DJ...
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
I do agree with what Die Hard is saying here. His videogame analogy about girls being NPCs (non player characters) takes it a little too far, but he has a solid point.Die Hard said:No, her part of the story doesn't mean sh!t, man.. It's you, you, you, you, you, all the way. There is no mutual process, there is only your process. There is no case of your reality meeting her reality, there is only your reality.