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.
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.
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.
Because he is a celebrity. Today's young chickies of the western society worship Hollywood and everything about it. He is the IT guy right now and if chicks get to sleep with him, it for the purpose of stroking their ego (cue girl squeal: " ohh yess I want Sanjaya to fvck me like a hor and then when that is over and done with I will go back home and transform back into the good girl who doesn't put out until the third date and nobody but myself and 5 of my best girlfriends will ever know what a dirty deed i have done tee hee".Raikojo17 said:... is a homo. nuff said
do women consider men like this just eye candy?
why if they dig masculinity do they go crazy over guys like this?
it's mind boggling.
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.
I only watch two TV shows regularly...American Idol and Lost. I'm not as much into American Idol this year...but last year was my favorite season. I'm a huge fan of the nicest "Nice Guy" ever on the show...Elliott Yamin. He was dorky looking last year (has since gotten a make over and veneers) but hot damn can he sing. He reminds me of Stevie Wonder...and Yamin's vocal ability is just amazing. He's going to be singing his first single on the results show tomorrow night. I bought his CD from iTunes because of the bonus songs...Whiter Shade of Pale...and he kicks ass on that song...just incredible.Raikojo17 said:^^lol yea. but i think they really need to listent to simon more. all the people he hates he hates for a reason.
because they suck.
Wyldfire said:
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.