Cloudtopsun2100
Senior Don Juan
hey all ptown here anyone still looking for wings
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.
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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Care to elaborate? I am contemplating a move to Portland. I need an insider's perspective.thirtyplus said:It's a rough town but you get used to it.
the whole metro area is white trash and im guessing the black people there must be transplants from california (los angeles to be exact) by the way they behave.3countriesPlan said:portland has skank girls, a pretty crappy nightlife scene, and a massive ghetto called gresham which is filled with white trash, black trash, and everything else that could be wrong with a city. the MAX train is always full of bums-- move somewhere better
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
I have noticed this anywhere were the winters are rainy/snowy. Girls have all this built up energy and they love to go out and show it off. They are much more friendly in their demeanor.TheBucketOfTruth said:Time for another jumpstart to this thread. CLEAR! *bzzzt*
Has anyone actually met up just for fun or gone out "sarging" in this oddball city? I'm from LA, so I'm not used to having to scour the city for good spots to meet attractive women. It seems very hit and miss in this city, although somehow during the summer months all the better looking girls come out of hibernation. Anyone else experienced this? Some people said it's just that it's the same girls dressed up better or more revealing, but I don't buy that hypothesis.
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.
You're right that there's a lot of chill places. Most of the clubs will have club girls in them, so if Aura bothers you then most of the real club clubs probably won't interest you.Evzone said:In my experience, Portland has a lot of chill places, but I haven't had as much luck looking for a more upbeat party place. Then again, I'm not the biggest expert on Portland nightlife. Any ideas?
Well thinking about it some more, it might have just been a bad night at Aura since I have heard good things from others. The deal was there were basically no girls under 30 when I was there (I'm 21)...so yeah. I'm looking for places to meet new women; I already got a reasonably good feel for where to take someone for date or something like that.TheBucketOfTruth said:You're right that there's a lot of chill places. Most of the clubs will have club girls in them, so if Aura bothers you then most of the real club clubs probably won't interest you.
Happy hour at Henry's 12th Street Tavern almost always has some cute women, but good luck finding a table without waiting for half an hour. All my friends are usually broke, so I don't have people to go out on the town with often. Are you looking for places to take women or pick up women?
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.