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.
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.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
y'all gotta check the photo's on this one:DJDamage said:oh man this is just too funny to be real:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Guys-who-actually-care-about-Girls/243980489045
And then, the UPDATE:This group is for the guys who still believe in being a gentlemen. For those who can open a door, surprise her with flowers, who calls her beautiful instead of hot, or will stay awake just to watch her sleep. For the guys who want to show her off to the world when she is in her sweats, who will hold her hand in front of your friends, who will constantly reminds her of how much you care and how lucky you are to have her, the one who can turn to his friends and say..."that's her."
:crackup:New posters please keep in mind that his group is not a dating service. Nor a group to tell everyone how wonderful you are. This is a group for discussing being a gentlemen, the lack of them, or other such topics. I will be deleting any posts that are either A. trying to use this group as some sort of dating service or B.mindlessly posting to tell us your a gentleman.
-Jag
So you'd expect the posters to fall over themselves in self-chastising. But no, the first three replies look like this:How many guys on here can actually say, without a shadow of a doubt within their own minds, that they have never actually done anything terrible to a woman they loved?
Think of it as if, heaven forbid, your ex's actually could see what you write on here. Would they agree with you? Would all of them (yes ALL of them) say that you were a guy who actually cares about the girl he is with? Or even girls in general?
Well I haven't had many girlfriends but I can honestly say I've always been the perfect gentleman with women. And gotten **** in return.
Women don't want a perfect gentleman. They want an alpha male who will make them moan like the ***** they are.
Then the women in the group (Wasn't it supposed to be for men? What's this?) call them "sexist pigs."My experience has proven to me, multiple times, that John and Jake have it right. Maybe we should start a group for men who have been ****ed over (pun intended) by these supposedly wonderful and sensitive women. It would be the largest group on Facebook, no doubt.
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.
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.
I care about girls, too, but God damn!This is for any guy who puts a girl before himself
maybe someone should start it!horaholic said:The first one? I care about girls, too, but God damn!
Where's the "I was a gentleman who cared about my girl, till she fvcked an alpha scumbag." How many million guys would be in THAT group?
haha looks like someone is seriously trolling this group with those fake abuse posters and people in the comment section are flipping out.taiyuu_otoko said:
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.