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.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Actually, ask anyone in Nevada or in other countries where prossies are legal and they'll tell you that prostitution is easily taxable. It's still illegal to do it outside of official channels in most of those places, and those places are monitored and regulated by the local government more than any porn studio could ever be. It's perfectly legal for any legal age chick in America to set up a webcam and start cramming fruit in her junk for anyone with a high-speed connection, try taxing that.A-Unit said:The True Answer?
One can be taxed, regulated, and managed (sort of), while the other can't.
Same reason why pot is illegal and alcohol isn't. Or vice versa.
A-Unit
Exactly! Mainstream porn makes big money, the fat cats get rich, the tax goes to the government and the people think they live in a liberated society.A-Unit said:The True Answer?
One can be taxed, regulated, and managed (sort of), while the other can't.
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.
You've got it backwards. The only reason the govt. doesn't make money off of it is because it's illegal. If it was legal, they would make plenty of money from it.Morphiex said:Well porn is supposedly an contracted job with taxes and **** ...
while prostitution is not and the government does not make money off it therefore its illigal , like pot the government dont make money of it therefor its illigal...
Well, not directly. It does through corruption.S1NN3R said:You've got it backwards. The only reason the govt. doesn't make money off of it is because it's illegal. If it was legal, they would make plenty of money from it.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
The average cost of a prostitution bust is $2000. The average fine is $1000. So each hooker busted costs taxpayers a grand.SamePendo said:Well, not directly. It does through corruption.
i seriously doubt those numbers, even considering all hard and soft expenses. the vast majority of busts are wholesale sweeps (e.g. volume "discounts"). on the prostitute side, most of these ho's have been arrested numerous times already. collect them, process them, release, pay a fine. they're out in a couple of hours, maybe overnight. wash rinse repeat.S1NN3R said:The average cost of a prostitution bust is $2000. The average fine is $1000. So each hooker busted costs taxpayers a grand.
An average large metropolitan area will net 150+ prostitution busts a weekend. There are probably 20-30 cities in the US with similar bust numbers on a given weekend. An average year has 52 weekends in it.
So you could easily estimate that over 200 million dollars a year of taxpayers money is wasted to keep Johns from getting their rocks off. Kinda retarded if you ask me.
Yeah, that's the same rationale here. Street prostitution is more dangerous, hookers are likely giving all their money to their pimps or drug habits, and it hurts the reputation of neighbourhoods. Usually, where there is prostitutes, there are also gangs and drug peddelers also lurking around.Bible_Belt said:Regarding prostitution, the actual crime as spelled out by the statute is soliciting, not specifically prostitution. This makes it easier to arrest the street-walkers. All they have to do is make the offer, and that is the crime. What bugs me is how the cops run sting ops to catch the street-corner girls and their johns, yet the yellow pages still has a giant section of "escort" agencies. It's obvious that escorts are merely prostitutes with a little more sense.
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.