VincentNew
Don Juan
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I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act; but I do believe in a fate that falls on them unless they act.
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.
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.
Thanks, my weightlifting got effed up when the teacher gave us the wrong workout schedule. I was trying to hangclean 125, when I just got to doing 95.novaknight said:Thats a lotta strength gain...percentwise speaking.
Congrats dude.
How do you shoot for a number?Smock said:Thanks, my weightlifting got effed up when the teacher gave us the wrong workout schedule. I was trying to hangclean 125, when I just got to doing 95.
Deadlifts and squats are the same maybe with 5 extra lbs.
12/6/11
Anyway, I am not gone. I hit on two girls last week and just shot for their numbers out of the air after an introduction and a short conversation. One was more serious and the other was just a test of confidence. My friends give me quite a bit of respect for doing what I am doing now. Today, I was walking out of the locker room to wrestling practice when a girl said "Hola" to me. Then, BOOM! Almost like second nature, I stopped and talked to her for a bit and introduced myself. After about a minute or two, I shot for the number. I have noticed that girls get all flustered as if they have never seen this behavior before. She had a friend next to her who gave me her number. I thought it was alright because the girl I was hitting on did not try to stop her from giving me her number.
Practice was great as always, first meet tomorrow. I am not very good at wrestling, but that is the wrong mindset to have. I am in it to win it this year, and no bull****ting myself.
Until then,
Smock
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.
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.
That's what it said when I got my weight certified. I am pretty sure my actual bf is 8% when I tested it myself just a few months ago.Jack Wealthy said:I doubt your bf% is that low. I was around 7 when I was anorexic and I had an eight pack, weighed 59 kilos and was 175cm.
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.
Theres several formulaes online. Choose a good one and stick with it.Smock said:@ohbe
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias=aps&field-keywords=body+fat+caliper
It will probably come with a chart(or whatever) to calculate the measurements. Or punch the numbers into an online calculator.
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.