prairiedog24
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Edit: oops, posted in the wrong thread.
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.
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.
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.
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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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.
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?
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.
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.