Serenity
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To everyone else: I guess I spoke too much truth here...You're blocked now. Bye.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
To everyone else: I guess I spoke too much truth here...You're blocked now. Bye.
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.
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.
I will send them to you in private if you want. As long as you don't send them to anyone else.Pictures or it didn't happen
Neh. Im sure I can Google for that sh1t.I will send them to you in private if you want. As long as you don't send them to anyone else.
I have no idea why you did this to yourself. To impress hookers? WTF? What's your purpose in life? Is it just to bang paid for puzzy? Obviously, if you have this much money to blow on hookers and surgery, you have to have some brains. Have you considered getting your head examined by a professional? Not trying to be mean, just concerned about your well being. This is not normal male behavior. Who are you trying to get approval from? Strange b!tches who you have to pay to sleep with you? Come on man. You can do more in your life than this..Damn now the pain period starts. The anaesthetic has worn off and I'll be using lidocaine, Aleve, and/or Tylenol 4 for the next month while the bruising and swelling goes down.
I remember how bad the recovery period sucked last time. Why did I put myself through this again?
Oh yea...
To have a big, thick c0ck that makes girls say "Damn that's thick!"
I don't know enough about you for you to talk to me in such a personal manner.I have no idea why you did this to yourself. To impress hookers? WTF? What's your purpose in life? Is it just to bang paid for puzzy? Obviously, if you have this much money to blow on hookers and surgery, you have to have some brains. Have you considered getting your head examined by a professional? Not trying to be mean, just concerned about your well being. This is not normal male behavior. Who are you trying to get approval from? Strange b!tches who you have to pay to sleep with you? Come on man. You can do more in your life than this..
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's your problem, not mine. Just giving you some creative advice. Advice is worth what you paid for it. Your choice on what you want to do with it.I don't know enough about you for you to talk to me in such a personal manner.
Well, that's a lie. You've responded in some of my posts over the last week or two.I never heard of you until 2 seconds ago.
I can't love myself if girls don't find me attractive because that means there's something wrong with me.No amount of plastic surgery, 10hb hookers, or money will make you happy if you don't love yourself.
Watch some videos by Eckhart Tolle or something about the pain body maybe it resonates with you.
I have nothing. My life is completely empty.Start to love yourself first, own your imperfections, and don't be so hard on yourself.
Feeling angry about the things you don't have/are will bring you more suffering.
Be grateful for everything you are and do have.
Women don't make you happy if you are not happy yourself.
Speedy recovery bro
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 is not true m8, you have a fat **** and walletI have nothing. My life is completely empty.
I don't remember posting that.That is not true m8, you have a fat **** and wallet
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.