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.
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.
Yeah I just don't approach girls. Every girl I have been with has approached and attacked me first, but that drought is getting annoying.zinc4 said:I went to Auburn University in Alabama (a big SEC school in the most racist state besides maybe Miss) and was in a frat there.....if you want to pull just go to any college campus nightclub and stand around on the edges of the dance floor and wait for the girls who like black guys to gradually come to you...
I am white, but I knew a few black guys around your looks level who pulled like crazy just by literally standing at the edge of this dance floor at this one bar acting aloof and smoking cigarettes......they had a bit a thug or bad boy look going on..nothing over he top, though.....i am not sure where you are...
But black guys do fine in the south from my experience..these guys were pulling 8 and 9s like it was nothing...every night out just by literally standing around looking aloof and letting them come to them...there are a whole set of white girls in the south that get off on the whole forbidden thing of getting with a black guy....you should be tearing it up...
Indian race troll? Besides it's not like there are not lots of black girls in the south.Dhoulmagus said:I'm in a fraternity, so I am around a lot of girls. However, the girls are either racist or they try and play hard to get. The only girl I was successful with was from California lol.
I'm too white for black girlsStagger Lee said:Indian race troll? Besides it's not like there are not lots of black girls in the south.
But still too black for white girlsDhoulmagus said:I'm too white for black girls
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.
War Eagle! I was at the Miss. State game last weekend.zinc4 said:I went to Auburn University in Alabama
Yeah, War Eagle! That was a good game...Mullen will be fired soon...where did you go after the game? I used to always frequent the bars around Toomer's Corner......you know Skybar?...it used to be the Blue Room back in the day...it was so freakin easy to pull there when it was the Blue Room...lot's of good memories there...Bible_Belt said:War Eagle! I was at the Miss. State game last weekend.
It may be tough for you because you are a fat guy that has never played any sports.zinc4 said:stop being a douche renaldo...wrestling is a very tough sport...there is nothing gay about it...by the way, if you are going to post in here, why not post a pic...
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.
Me too! But it's not the same down here. Up north they approach and are very aggressive and slutty. Down here they are FAR more reserved and not as assertive.Dhoulmagus said:Yeah I just don't approach girls. Every girl I have been with has approached and attacked me first, but that drought is getting annoying.
Awesome! :rockon:Caravaggio said:
Because unlike men, women are unrealistic. We guys realize that 8-9.x's are rare and can give due credit to males or females both for less than perfection. Females tend to think only 8+'s or guys that look more like you are attractive.European-DJ said:It's fun to see the huge variety of looks amoung the members, and putting a face on the usernames - I am surpriced to see some of you guys having problems with women, after seeing your pictures.
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.
Ronaldo7 said:It may be tough for you because you are a fat guy that has never played any sports.
Wrestling is still for faggots. These faggots need an excuse to grab other men and simply point to the sport. Homos.
Ouch...Fu*king killed him hahahahaha :rockon:zinc4 said:I'm 6'2 and weigh around 195 pounds right now...hardly fat...and have lost 20 pounds in the past 2 and a half months...
I wrestled in HS and played a variety of sports...including defensive end on our state championship football team and was a pitcher for our baseball team....and had hardly an ounce of fat...some of the guys i wrestled with were also major college football prospects and went on to play in the SEC have brief NFL careers...physically, they were freaks of nature....and they all agreed wrestling was much tougher thn football.....i would love to see you tell them it was gay....
We had other dumbasses like yourself say oh wrestling is just gay or for fags...then they come in to one practice when we said they couldn't handle it and were on the floor puking at the end of practice.
Our coach would turn the heat up as high as it would go and lock the doors and make you wear about 2-3 sweatshirts with a trash bag over your upper body under the sweats to make it as hot as possible and then would flat out kill us with conditionng and sparring drills...he would literally make you try to quit every practice to weed out the weaker ones...not to mention a lot of our practices would end up in full out fights toward the end as things would get heated often....it was hell at the time...but one thing that i greatly value as an experience.
Not to mention it helped me out in several real life fights when i just took the attacker to the ground and pummeled him instead of taking trading blows standing up.
You are easily the most foolish person on this board Renaldo.....you are 18 right? I would have run circles around you at that age. What sports do you even play besides checking yourself out in the local gym mirror and wondering why everyone thinks you are a douche?
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.