Tictac
Banned
Anything, anyone but face your screw up. You will do this over and over always finding someone else to blame.He's a trained animal who's only learnt the one trick; improving his standing by putting others down.
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.
Anything, anyone but face your screw up. You will do this over and over always finding someone else to blame.He's a trained animal who's only learnt the one trick; improving his standing by putting others down.
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.
Do you know your quickest way past this delimma? Find some new *****... And phuck it often. You won't care anymore about this drama chick.I'm facing my screw-up every day and especially every sleepless night. I can't escape it Hell I'd love to forget it all. It doesn't seem to be happening. There's no end in sight for now.
I'd like to think I never had a chance and that she never liked me. Well I aint' asking her for that information.
I believe you mean infuriates, but whatever.The situation enfuriates me, not him. Knowing there's nothing I can do except swallow it. He's a trained animal who's only learnt the one trick; improving his standing by putting others down.
As you can tell, I really fell hard.
Umm what... you're having sleepless nights over a girl? A girl you never even slept with?I'm facing my screw-up every day and especially every sleepless night.
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.
Stop venting and take care of your getting pvssy on a regular basis problem. The easiest way to brace yourself from the emotional pain you can face from this is to deal with a chick REGULARLY that likes to have alot of sex with you. You will be laughing at these two! And it will be funny when she cheats on him with someone else, possibly someone else in the office!Again, it's not because of her qualities (she aint Brianna Evigan) but because of the situation. It's been maybe seven years since I was in this situation and I didn't expect it to happen here and now. Total blindside. It doesn't help that the last thing I tend to see at night, purely by accident, is pictures on FB of her and him together. I'm avoiding him (and her by default) now and he's wondering why. I can distract myself interacting with girls but once I'm alone I continue to kick myself. It wouldn't be so acute if I hadn't shared time with her one to one in a classroom for two months. I felt like I was starting to know her but her behaviour has taken me completely by surprise.
I'm just venting on here at this point. I hope you guys don't charge.
You won't feel like crap when you are phucking steadily, and you need to handle that problem asap, even if it is someone a notch or two below your personal preference. Someone who comes to you, loves to suck your c0ck, and lets you do what you want to her.It's funny because I'm betting he'll screw her yet-other friend (they hang out together) after she's left or even before. Or a threesome. Nothing would surprise me at this point.
Officially I don't know they're sleeping together which explains his confusion when I don't answer the phone. It's the thought of my student who I liked and knew (or thought I did) sleeping with him that sickens me. In six months I'll feel nothing at all; I attended a friend of friends' birthday get-together last night- said dude easily snapped up a girl I was interested in last summer which made me feel like crap- and felt nothing against him at-all. I wonder if that's simply my oneitis replacing my old bad feelings against him (I hated his guts last year).
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.
This new girl flaked on you, ignored you, then later told you she was at a totally different bar with another guy (your close friend)... I must be missing something, why would you even contact her again?I directly set-up a meeting for tonight with an interesting girl I met last Tuesday. Almost no online talk beforehand. Friend of friends. She seemed very enthusiastic.
She flaked on me. I tried calling, no reply. I ordered a drink and sent her a picture with "Didn't see you so I guessed you were busy". As I was leaving she replied with "We're at (insert bar I've never heard of) with (Insert name of close friend my oneitis tried getting with)". I've gone home now, feeling pretty beat. I also saw that my close friend is hanging out with my oneitis despite assuring me he isn't.
Anyway, I'm thinking of calling the flake on Sunday afternoon and if she replies setting up a direct meeting, same-day.
I don't think you are the right person to use that I'm planning on seducing you line...it simply doesn't fit your personality from what I've gathered and will come off as really weird if she knows you.Edit: I'm thinking if she replies on Sunday and if she's free, pretty much going direct and telling her I plan to seduce her there and then. If she likes me the way she seemed to the other day, I have nothing to lose and a fair bit to gain. If she tells me to get lost and then rats me out to our mutual friends (only a handful, but they're girls in my dance class I see twice-weekly), how would I CF deny I propositioned her? Or is it a bad idea altogether?
Doubt she'll even pick-up to be honest. I need to find some more women in the next couple days.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
If she meets you out do not waste time playing games, escalate hard and go for the kill.We only met once, briefly, for around twenty minutes. Good conversation (she loves that I speak English). I waited a week to ask how's it going online. Meantime she'd liked four of my posts. I was very direct online, almost no chit chat; "We should meet again. Come to (insert bar here) tomorrow at 10" she replied with "I promise I'll be there! :-D" I gave her my number and she immediately texted hers. I finished with "see you tomorrow".
So she sees me as direct and pretty much carefree about her flake last night. What do you reckon?
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.