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.
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 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.
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.
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 could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
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:
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.