prairiedog24
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Edit: oops, posted in the wrong thread.
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.
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.
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.
Azudragon and I look up too you snow dog! You should check out Blueprint Decoded by Tyler Durden, man its babylonian for sure. I have one question, how do you react when people say "your so different" when they didn't believe you couldn't change,, and the girls who wouldn't want to to talk to you, but now are trying to befriend you? What toyou do, when the old H.S bullies that never invited you to their parties, now want to be your friend and hangout?snowdog said:I'm too drunk right now to type a complete story. But all I can say is, that I'm a natural flirter now. In every situation with girls, I'm the most charming guy you'll see. I just don't know yet how to turn it into a number/kiss/f@#% close yet.
I'm having a bit of a problem with mood swings, ya know? Most of the time I feel great, even awesome. I just don't care what others think of me. When people try to break my balls I own them still. When I'm good, I'm the f*cking best, and I'm serious. But sometimes I get depressed, which really sucks. I'm aware of it happening and I can't do much about it but wait till it's over.
I'm aware that little chat I have evey once in a while with my therapist isn't for nothing. I still can't believe how people destroyed so much of me during my childhood. I'm not saying this because I want you to feel sorry for me, it's just that it's true. There are situations where I just lose control, because I just miss a piece that I need to get a hold of situations like that. I talk about that sh*t, and it keeps my mind occupied because I'm still dealing with it, subconsciencly. I'm away in my head sometimes. That's also the reason why I was in a car crash a month or so ago. I was so occupied with my sh*t that I crashed head-on into a f*cking bus. I'm not kidding. The car was totaled. I'm lucky to even be alive. If I'd had been in a sh*tty car I'd had a steering wheel in my eye and an engine in my stomach. I'm sharing this to show you what an unbelievable burden I have to deal with. It can keep me so occupied I can't even do a thing that even the dumbest retards can do: driving a car. You find it strange that I haven't got the time yet to learn how to deal with the opposite sex?
I'm getting better, much better every day. But I'm not there yet.
Believe me, I will get there eventually. And when I do, I will f*cking reign that sh*t. Mark my words. Eveything I have tried in the past that was hard for me, I succeeded, and I did it with f*cking flying colors. I just kept working on it till I got it. That's why I can play every solo Slash and Jimmy Page have played, that's why I can play pretty much everyone off the stage with my guitar, that's why I owned pretty much everyone at skateboarding when that was my sh*t. I broke bones, I spent hours and hours and hours trying the same licks. But I succeded eventually.
I don't give a sh*t. I really don't. This is my goal now, and nothing can f*cking stop me.
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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.
Thanks guys. That's awesome.Azudragon and I look up too you snow dog! You should check out Blueprint Decoded by Tyler Durden, man its babylonian for sure. I have one question, how do you react when people say "your so different" when they didn't believe you couldn't change,, and the girls who wouldn't want to to talk to you, but now are trying to befriend you? What toyou do, when the old H.S bullies that never invited you to their parties, now want to be your friend and hangout?
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.