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You know Speed Dawg, it isn't all of your complaining that rubs me the wrong way - I actually agree with you politically a lot of the time - it's the douchey smugness you do it with.
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.
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.
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.
That pictue of Jude Law makes him look like he has girly-man legs. That girly-man Jude Law has legs like little toothpicks. Does he even work out?speed dawg said:that picture of Jude Law makes him look like a fairy.
Please enlighten me to how we should wear our pants. I've worn pants similar in tightness to Jude Law and I've never had any problem pulling good-looking women. My legs are probably even skinnier than Jude Law's - and Jude Law - no matter how fairy-like he looks, has plowed HB10's his entire life.speed dawg said:Skinny jeans are for f*cking homosexuals, what is wrong with you all? Yeah, I get fashion comes in and out, but that picture of Jude Law makes him look like a fairy.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
:crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup:Slickster said:Heard a funny story from a friend recently. An Asian guy he knows posted a selfie on his facebook of him wearing a lumberjack outfit. He was heading out for a night on the town and was asking for thumbs up or thumbs down on his "new look". When I heard the term "lumbersexual" I almost burst out laughing. http://gearjunkie.com/the-rise-of-the-lumbersexual I grew up in an area where forestry is the main industry. The idea of so called "men" in the city trying to look like loggers is just fawking hilarious!
I'm not going to disagree with you. Trends come and go.Slickster said:I'm sorry but any "man" who overly concerns himself with his "style" or his "look" just comes off as gay to me. Moreso over time as those styles and looks inevitably change. The guy just ends up looking like a phoney, try-hard, poser.
I agree with you too.expos said:People use their looks to get ahead. Being in shape and dressing well or "stylish" is an important part of the game. Go to a bar sometime in my area around happy hour wearing a Carharrt coat and looking rugged, then try to talk to that leggy blonde. Go back the next night looking like sharply dressed executive and see how her demeanor changes.
Some girls like the rugged look though. I know some lookers who fantasize about snagging themselves a cowboy.expos said:Go to a bar sometime in my area around happy hour wearing a Carharrt coat and looking rugged, then try to talk to that leggy blonde.
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 think we can add "barebacking slutty bytches" (regardless of whether you've had a vasectomy) to the list of things mature men should not be doing.Desdinova said:Oh no, I lost maturity in your eyes
There's nothing immature about stopping slutty bytches from getting pregnant with children you don't want.
Every time I hear the word "foodie" I want to puke.Colossus said:But I digress, I'll add a few:
-Using the words "delish" or "yummy".
-Being a self-professed "wino" or "foodie". STFU with that sh!t. You like good food and wine? So does everyone else, you pretentious fvck. That doesn't make it a hobby.
This.TyTe`EyEz said:I feel like as a mature man, I should be doing whatever the fvck I feel like. My happiness is exclusive to me.
“What you eat don't make me sh1t."
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.