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.
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.
magickarl said:I've taken personality tests before that place me somewhere in the middle. If I had to be honest with myself though, I would say I'm a bit more introverted. Not that I'm shy or anything, but I'm not real big on petty chit-chat. I don't much care for gossip, and if I'm not interested in a topic I don't find myself searching for something to say about it.
I also think a lot. I know everybody does, but I think to myself quite a bit. I just tend to notice things, mull them over, and move on. While I enjoy the company of other people, I'm also perfectly fine with spending a night with myself.
That isn't to say that I'm not outgoing. I am. I just like to observe and listen more than I like to talk.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Awwww. Does somebody need their ego stroked?edger said:You do know it doesn't count if half those women were ugly, right? Sure, I could've f*cked half the world by now, but you know what they would've looked like?
I may not have f*cked that many women(about 9 or so), but I'm at least proud to say that EVERY SINGLE WOMAN I've slept with, was hot. I think I'm actually gonna use this as my new sig.
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.
Nutz said:Used to be an introvert, but now I'm an extrovert.
FairShake said:Big time extrovert.
But as I used to be really shy, I think I am extroverted a bit much. I say whatever is on my mind and it messes things up sometimes. If I'm NOT talking sometimes I feel down!
As for hotties, been with a couple. Been with more average and ugly women though. I'm not that attractive myself though.![]()
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.
My ego's actually sky high, as I'm quite content with my progression in the way I handle women. I must say, I'm a confident man, I'm exactly where I want to be in the game. I may not pull that much, and I'll blatantly without shame, admit that. All I know is, it's not in my deck of cards at the moment(or it may never be, who knows). Life goes on though.magickarl said:Awwww. Does somebody need their ego stroked?
Yeah, neither.magickarl said:Sorry, if I'm wrong I'm wrong, but to me it sounded like you were either trying to get your ego stroked or going for a +1 on your post count