Mitch_Mustain
Don Juan
I went to the mall yesterday and today and did a bunch of approaches and half of these girls were not very approachable. Is the mall a bad idea or am i taking a bad approach to 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.
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.
It's a number close, you asked for her number and you got it. That's a number close.Mitch_Mustain said:and I went back and I started to sweat and I was like "Hey, give me your number" or some ridiculous nervous nonsense. I think she liked this and she more than willingly gave it to me. But I dont count that as a true number closes.
Mitch_Mustain said:yeah...i felt like giving up at times but just because i really like women I kept trying. I only got one number at the mall from this girl i went to school with but only got to talk to her like once. Saw her working at Sears and so i talked to her and I didnt want to freak her out or annoy her so i kind of said bye and walked off as quickly as possible and then my friend was like "are you gonna get her number?" and I was like "err.. i dont kno..'" and he was like "Bull****! You're gonna go back there and get her number!" and I went back and I started to sweat and I was like "Hey, give me your number" or some ridiculous nervous nonsense. I think she liked this and she more than willingly gave it to me. But I dont count that as a true number closes.
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.
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.
What.... why........ HOW COULD YOU MESS THAT UP? They we're handing their numbers to you, and you messed it up?! Wow.... just wow. All you had to do was get the pen and shut your mouth. They already agreed to it, no need to say anything more than "Ok great! Talk to you later."Mitch_Mustain said:fast forwards finally, this girl and her friend isolate themselves and saw that they were sort of looking our way and so I convinced the drunk guy to wing for me as I tried to talk to the other girl. We walk up to them and we were like "hey!" and they told me to get them a pen so they could give me they numbers. they took out a dollar bill and tore it in half to show and I started to walk over to the bar to get a pen but immediately wondered if these chicks were just trying to blow me off and I walked back and asked them why should I go? and they said "fine, we'll be right back" and as I expected they just went to flirt with some other jerks...i left disappointed again.
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.