MrCode
Senior Don Juan
Others have flamed you enough, so I'll just say that since you've gotten rid of the Big V you should now try to learn how to have sex with women who don't require payment for it.
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.
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.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Wel;l, she told ME that she doesn't ever get laid so she was happy that I was there to **** her, but I'm starting to think that she may have been lying . . .one question. was she loose?
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.
Yeah. My story will be, "I'll never forget my first time . . . I had to give up my cellphone money and it was turned off for a month."Originally posted by DJSmooth
I agree. Give him a break, he's celebrating. Fair enough, not much DJing, but this adds a whole new meaning to 'you never forget your first time'
You're starting to "think" she was lying. The girl is a ****ing hooker man. Do the math (assuming you can at all). Wake up.Originally posted by sfalexi
Wel;l, she told ME that she doesn't ever get laid so she was happy that I was there to **** her, but I'm starting to think that she may have been lying . . .
And I'm glad I could help, Icy.
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 was being sarcastic. It's hard to do over the internet without facial expressions/tones of voice. I pretty much figured that everything she was telling me was just business (everything from "I don't get laid very often" to "This is such a big ****, I bet you keep the ladies satisfied", etc. etc. etc.Originally posted by TillTheEndOfTime
You're starting to "think" she was lying. The girl is a ****ing hooker man. Do the math (assuming you can at all). Wake up.
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.