She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
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lmao….did we ever look back at the repercussions when that idiot Obama made that 2015 lgbtq marriage laws legal? It set up a Pandora’s box of cultural perversions to Woke, pride parades being normal, third wave feminism, rise in lesbianism amongst women and creeps pushing pedophilia laws to be normalized. So it’s these types of things or slight perversions we as a people got to speak out against and let our voices be heard.
Typically they have a background in gymnastics. I went to college with a guy who was a cheerleader for the Tampa Bay Bucs. Whatever smart comment anyone had about him being a cheerleader they would keep to themselves, because he was also a competitive bodybuilder. When the team scored a touchdown, he would run across the end zone with a giant flag. He was the only one strong enough to carry it.
Actually, what we today call Wokeness dates back the later 20th Century
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.
I think most, even counting only cishet men, fans would welcome an all-men cheerleader squad if it meant their team wins the Super Bowl.
What about the cheerleader that shoot the cannon?
This was right before they built the new stadium with the pirate ship. The Big Sombrero had 74,000 seats, about 70,000 of which were usually empty during games.
This was also a team that had a winking pirate on its helmets.
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.
"Buccaneers" is a term used mostly for the pirates of the Caribbean in the 1600s. And yeah, they were pretty gay.
Spoken by a man living in the city with the original NFL cheerleaders.
I think the pirate was winking because he didn't want his eye gouged out and look like Moshe Dayan, which the logo for a certain other NFL resembles:
I don't mind male cheerleaders as part of a regular cheerleading squad where the men throw the chicks up or have them stand on their hands (these guys have to be very strong to do that). I just mind the non-canonical cheerleaders in the "dance squads" having sausages.
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.