I used to date this chick but I had to drop her. Something about she wanting to do a tv show or something. Wanted her show more than me so I had to drop her.
Gave terrible BJs too.
Gave terrible BJs too.
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.
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.
I will out on an even further limb and say that they are married. They bicker like an old married couple :trouble:backbreaker said:I'm' going to go out on the limb and say cord and karma don't care too much for each other.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
Exactly.comic_relief said:And before everyone asks me to post a pic of the girls that I am doing.
I did this and all it turned into was a flame war, therefore never again will I post another ex-gf's picture online.
- comic_relief
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
That might be a more interesting thread. Post a picture of the nastiest warpig you've hooked up with. See who can go the lowest.Mantis Toboggan said:And even if we got all the guys to do this, it'd just end up looking like a pissing contest. We'd all just show the pics of our hottest hookups and girlfriends. A guy might have spent his life banging 90% warpigs, so he'll just show you the one or two hot hookups he had, just to get a pat on the back.
It isn't like anyone's gonna show pics of all those drunken warpig hookups and semi-attractive, but not relationship-worthy f**k buddies.
You are fvcking annoying. It's obviously his girl, now shut up.KarmaSutra said:That's the difference between attention seeking he-b!tches and real men.
We don't have to thrust our inches onto forums (yes, Cordon is also parlaying these same pictures on a poker playing forum).
The men I know in real life, know my successes with life, grammar, and women.
I'm vastly more secure in who I am than to resort to trying to appease to other internet GUYS.
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.
Or holding two forms of Government ID,trrush said:definitely different strokes for different folks...that asian chic is NOT hot, just about below average for me.
have her take a pic holding a sign "TRRUSH ROX" then I'll believe.
Word. Something is either manly or chubby or squarish or just plain weird about her face in some of those pictures.Sue Madre said:What is wrong with cordons girls face? Her body is hot but there is something wrong with her face.
ArcBound said:Word. Something is either manly or chubby or squarish or just plain weird about her face in some of those pictures.
too far my friendSue Madre said:Cordons kids are going to look like Kim Jong Il
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.