Nathaniel Branden, Harvey Binswanger, Barbara Branden, David Kelly, and Leonard Piekoff, but avoid Ayn's fiction, with the possible exception of the Fountainhead. You'll learn a lot, if you are capable of learning anything, that is.
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
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.
Why don't you tell us what that means so that we can understand what you're talking about?don't said:unpopular with the second handers, as Ayn called them, who make up the vast majority of the population.
so Ayn Rand hated thrift shops....??don't said:but quite unpopular with the second handers,.
Well she lived off government assistance for a time, so maybe it was embarrassing.Burroughs said:so Ayn Rand hated thrift shops....??
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Well... I thought it was about some bullsh*t capitalism love story. Now I have to pick it up.backbreaker said:she understands what makes people tick, what really makes them tick not what they say makes them tick.
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.
Ayn Rand is a hypocrite and a complete b*tch with a child's understanding of the world. The very people you describe, which she villifies, are an essential cog in the machine of society.don't said:second handers are people who never have an original thought, never dare tread a new trail, or risk having any opinion but the "mainstream" ones.Her non fiction articles, compiled into books, like CAPITALISM, THE UNKNOWN IDEAL, and Branden's and Piekoff's works ABOUT Ayn, and Nat's THE PHILOSOPHY OF SELF ESTEEM, written under AYn's tutelage, and Piekoff's, Ominous Parellels, Roy Child's, works, The Tannenbaum's, Harvey Binswanger, all great writers, read them all.
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.
yupAlle_Gory said:Ayn Rand is a hypocrite and a complete b*tch with a child's understanding of the world. .
She lived on government assistance.don't said:Ayn was so far out in front of everyone else that very few could even see her dust trail.
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.