YourStallion
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So do you think he's a faggot?
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
You're sort of a faggot for making a poll about him and giving him all this attention...ask yourself why...YourStallion said:I saw his picture and well, he sort of looks like a faggot.
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.
Well, I did vote that I plowed his ass.oakraiderz2 said:You're sort of a faggot for making a poll about him and giving him all this attention...ask yourself why...
I think I am better than him. I'm not pretending to be something I'm not.S1NN3R said:I think he's wrong all of the time and totally full of crap in his posts, but who the hell are you to talk sh!t? Your posts have consisted of nothing worth reading either. Hell, half of your posts are just directed at talking sh!t towards him exclusively.
Get a grip dude, you're no better than him.
Leave it to S1NN3R to lay it out with no BS!S1NN3R said:I think he's wrong all of the time and totally full of crap in his posts, but who the hell are you to talk sh!t? Your posts have consisted of nothing worth reading either. Hell, half of your posts are just directed at talking sh!t towards him exclusively.
Get a grip dude, you're no better than him.
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.