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 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.
Those chicks turn me on.taiyuu_otoko said:Those are the kind of gals you're jackin to.
...but would totally still bang.taiyuu_otoko said:check out the movie after porn ends. It's on netflix.
They talk to middle ages porn has-beens. No makeup, and past their prime. Absolutely hideous, uneducated, trailer trash, loud and obnoxious people that you would DREAD living next to.
Those are the kind of gals you're jackin to.
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.
What's with all the crying? There's no crying in Baseball or porno.taiyuu_otoko said:check out the movie after porn ends. It's on netflix.
They talk to middle ages porn has-beens. No makeup, and past their prime. Absolutely hideous, uneducated, trailer trash, loud and obnoxious people that you would DREAD living next to.
Those are the kind of gals you're jackin to.
Saw her in the gym today... With a guy who I presume is her boyfriend lol. HHHHNNNNGGGG mother of god her body is kerazy for 32-33. Pretty sure they drove off in a Mercedes. Figures...Korrupt said:Lol wow. The Internet is a scaaaaarrrrrry place.
Didn't think I'd actually find her, but just for the hell of it I decided to search for her on Facebook. I checked a few of my "friends'" friend lists by searching her first name. No luck with that, so I decide to straight up search for her using Facebook's "search" option. I input her first name and my city of residence, and, amazingly, I find her in seconds. I then go to Google and search her full name (from Facebook) out of curiosity. I end up finding her date of birth, first six digits of her phone number, a very recent article where she was pictured and mentioned, and, most frightening of all, her address.
Be safe out here, boys... :nervous:
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.
I never understood that either, how can you crush on a chick who has had numerous dudes bust nuts in her mouthdvjackson said:I don't know how a man could crush on a porn star, no matter how attractive she is otherwise I'm turned off by the fact that she takes **** for a living.