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.
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.
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.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
ValleyDJing said:Just so you all know...half those pics were fakes, or the pictures were of two different people. Myspace is fairly safe, and its easy as f.uck. And so what happens if you show up to meet the chick and she's butt ugly? You walk away, thats what. You really have nothing to lose.
Getting a b!tch off myspace takes no skill. You just tell her what she wants to hear. I look for higher quality women. Not attention hors, sluts, and flakes. I don't want no hood rat. Unless you can find th 5% of women who arnt hors on myspace. I say fvck myspace; its another reason for people to be lazy and "game" girls over the internet... Haha whatever floats ur boat I guess.Real said:fools, when you meet a girl from myspace, you are meeting her IN REAL LIFE, and later that night, you are FCUKING HER IN REAL LIFE
nobody cares about the approach, what matters is the end result
if you don't know how to use myspace, then don't use it, but don't talk shyt about it either because you sound like a total fool if you do
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.
What my mate told me is that once you have their number for the meet, arrange a place to meet and call from far away.SinJester said:Hah like tell them to you somewhere. You see her and think '**** she's ugly'. Just keeping walking. If she says "you that guy", "who, nope, sorry dont know what your talking about!".
I don't think that all the girls on myspace are skanky anention hor sluts. It's just too common. I would only say about the ones with skanky pictures. A huge amount of the myspace crowd is 12-16 too.