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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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.![]()
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.
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