Obliteraga
Don Juan
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Edit: not sure why this was moved from the 25 and over forum...
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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.
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.
Obliteraga said:I can't let her get away with this.
I can't let her get away with this. I feel compelled to say something.
I want to vomit. I'm a wreck.
Why so insulting? I know I have inner game problems. This is my first girlfriend ever. Can you not be a little more understanding? I'm not trying to reconcile anything. Aren't you guys reading my post?Actually, your whole situation makes me want to vomit.
All I can say is this: "Run for your life!"
You're a lamb being led to slaughter and this can only turn out ugly.
It's time to work on yourself or your masochism will kill you.
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 hear you dude. And I knew about the single mother thing. I made a mistake. I admit this. I am not trying to salvage anything from this relationship.Danger said:1. Do not get involved with a single mother....or single mother to be.
2. Here was your clue right here (below).
As I said before, you will not stop her from getting away with this. All you can do is stop her from taking value away from your life.
Leave her to suffer the consequences of her actions.
I do have oneitis for her, this is true. this was my first girlfriend ever and I lost my virginity to her.logic1 said:No, what your really saying is you have oneitis for her. You still care. Your in a fog. Your infatuated. In your mind this is the only women in the world.
This is about you. There is nothing you can do to save her. You need to suck it up and bow out. It will be hard but you will never regret it.
Do yourself a favor and completely vanish from this mess. Never look back. You deserve better.
Seeking "justice' in situations like this is common but foolish.Obliteraga said:I do have oneitis for her, this is true. this was my first girlfriend ever and I lost my virginity to her.
That said, I have no plans to reconcile with her. The only thing left is to sort out the injustice of this other guy getting screwed by marrying someone whose child he may not even be the father of, not to mention she's a cheating skank.
I'm torn on this. and it hurts a lot, not gonna lie. I feel physically ill.
He is being shipped home in 2 months. I can't guarantee anything, my now ex-gf doesn't know where i live but she may possibly remember the name of the street, I don't know. she knows what I drive.jophil28 said:When is he being shipped home ? Do you live in the same town as he does ?
Can you guarantee your physical safety if he comes home?
Do you have his phone #?
IF you do, why not just point him to this thread via an anonymous text.
Frankly,I agree with the other guys. Walk away in silence and let things take their natural course between them . IF she has revealed her background and other unsavory personal information to you, you can bet that she will play the same mind games with him.
Learn your lesson, become better at filtering women before you get with them, and take note of all the warnings here about single mothers.
Young women do not just get pregnant by accident or bad luck. Every women knows how tNOT to get pregnant, so a young pregnant woman is "that way " by choice.
The rape story is as old as the hills... it's BS.
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.
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.
Obviously - so if you value your life just run for the hills before some lover kills you for good.Obliteraga said:I'm a mmess
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.