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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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.