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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.