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.
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.
Must we really have our sexuality questioned for not being attracted to fat women? I think your exaggerating just a tad. I'd maybe hit it in a call for "last drinks" 2am emergency way but I'd be ashamed of myself .FairShake said:
This is my mind is "pleasingly plump" (although a bit on the plump side) - a woman who is very feminine (a chunky chick must ABSOLUTELY have very large breasts and a low waist to hip ratio to be considered very feminine), who could be fun to slop around with. Of course, because such women invariably become truly obese as they age, I could never marry one - and because I know of a guy who did slop around with one that ended up having an "accident", I really would not want to fool around with one in any case.( . )( . ) said:
FairShake said:
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'd pound the life out of them two..:cheer: :rockon:( . )( . ) said:
If men want to hear and see the squeals of confidence and delight from hogs they'll get a job on a pig farm.Halcyonique said:
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.
What these "beauty" pageants for obese women hope to achieve is to make young girls feel that it is "beautiful" for them to aspire to be obese themselves. Not only is it incredibly unhealthy to be obese, but the vast majority of men find it unattractive. Now, I don't go around shaming obese women (or men) I see out in public, I just don't think we should actively encourage young people to think it is "glamorous" to be obese, but by offering cash, prizes, and praise, this is exactly what the pageant organizers and supporters are doing.Halcyonique said:
Yes, obesity is unhealthy - I'll never argue that it isn't. But so too is the inability to deal with someone disagrees with you: a trait you've enjoyed showing off to me for some time now.( . )( . ) said:
Show me one woman who - as a result of being exposed to fat pageants - now aspires to become obese.MikeOck said:
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.
You would know. And the word YOUR looking for is "normal". Not "perfect".Halcyonique said:
who is saying it promotes being morbidly obese as aspirational? being morbidly obese is becoming normalised, and you are encouraging that by your defence of land whales. if anyone has a FB account, they just have to look at the likes a hog gets when she posts a new pic to get an idea of how this mechanic is working out. 'she is fat, gets likes, must be good and acceptable, try to counter that and watch people get shot down (as you are attempting, and failing, to do now).Halcyonique said:
"Boo hoo fat women get more appreciation than I do and I hate it!"betheman said:
Accuse me of being obese.betheman said:
I get tired of reciting my personal stats to weirdo stalkers here who want to track my identity. So just go on thinking that because I don't weep at the sight of a fat women, I myself must be huge! Surely! Do it. It'll make you feel better.predictable female response, you have no credible input.Halcyonique said:"Boo hoo fat women get more appreciation than I do and I hate it!"
Accuse me of being obese.
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.