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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life 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.
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.
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'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.