You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
lol, sorry?qweretyuiopas said:With all thats been going on the past 24 or so hours I don't think you could have picked a worse time to suggest this. I'm not shi tting on your idea, just the bad timing.
Potbelly said:WHY DO YOU WANT TO SEE ANOTHER MALE'S PICTURE WTF??!? ? Dude seriously I am irked by people who want me or other strangers to post their pictures ... wtf are they gonna use it for?? etC??? big question is why
and unlike qwerty I am sh1tting on your idea. sry man
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.
There has been some drama in a few threads around here recently getting pretty heated about someone proving who they are. I don't mind your idea though, but I'm just saying you could have picked a better time to start this thread. Then again it sounds like you didnt know what is going downYesPlease said:lol, sorry?
If you have a issue about posting your picture your either, a) Worried about the whole rape, stalk thing that can happen sometimes when someone talks to someone else tey don't know online, or b) your just insecure about your looks and aren't everything you proclaim to be.Potbelly said:WHY DO YOU WANT TO SEE ANOTHER MALE'S PICTURE WTF??!? ?
BWAHAHAHAHA! :crackup: man the forum has been fun today, Im usually not on for so long but its been excitin lolYesPlease said:Seriously, if I was gay I would not be on a forum about improving sucess with girls. If I was gay and wanted to have a wank I would download some gay porn rather than going to the trouble of trying to persuade someone to post a picture of himself.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
haha your posts just go right over my head. Whats funny?qweretyuiopas said:BWAHAHAHAHA! :crackup: man the forum has been fun today, Im usually not on for so long but its been excitin lol
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.
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.