She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
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.
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.
You know in the books I read this is called sexual harassment. Companies spend millions to avoid just this sort of thing. If it's becoming difficult you may need to address it with your employer, unless of course he is your employer. How old is this guy (and you)?Originally posted by Miss
It's just hard cos I work with him.
Originally posted by Rollo Tomassi
You know in the books I read this is called sexual harassment. Companies spend millions to avoid just this sort of thing. If it's becoming difficult you may need to address it with your employer, unless of course he is your employer. How old is this guy (and you)?
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.
Okay, cool, but come on man there are enough frivolous lawsuits out there without us advising these women to do this. If you read her post closely she's actually interested in this fellow and wants to fvck him.Originally posted by Rollo Tomassi
Oh yeah, in some instances all a woman has to say is "You're making me feel uncomfortable" and that's more than enough to get the guy fired or take a company to court. This is exactly why I never advocate dating women with whom you work, there's just too much opportunity for damage both personally and professionally. If this guy is a co-worker that has made a pass at or so much as made verbal advances towards her she can go the harassment route. Not saying its justified, but situations that are even less innoccuous than this have been the retirements for more than a few women.