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.
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.
Secure your future.cola said:What's next?
Agreed, %100.WC2 said:Secure your future.
Do things that make you happy/you're good at.
Meet new people.
The list goes on. In reality, these things should be well above banging women.
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.
Next, despite everyone having told you this for years, you accept one of life's boldest lessons on account of your own experience;cola said:What's next?
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.
I...LIKE...THIS.magickarl said:Remember when you were a child? A woman's vajayjay was likely one of the last things on your mind. Yet most of us were happy. In fact, much happier than we are today. I know that I would have much rather played kickball or tag than hung out with a girl. I sure as hell cared a lot more about my report card.
We should take a lesson from children -- Do what makes you happy first, achieve that happiness. Women and sexuality are secondary.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
So.......where do I sign up?dbot said:What comes next? I'll tell you what comes next... you enter a vortex of constant dissatisfaction and anxiety because all the women you're screwing aren't making you happy. So what do you do? You fuck even more women, to the point where it's a daily occurrence that only sinks you deeper and deeper into an abyss of depression and detachment, until one day, while busting a load all over the face of some random woman whose name you can't even recall, you ask yourself, "am I really here? Is this my life?" And after finally realizing that fulfilling your sexual urges and aggressively fucking every woman in sight completely senseless HASN'T improved your life on any significant level, you will then modify your life goals and try to forget all the nasty truths you've learned about humans and their natural defiance, infidelity, and backstabbing behavior. But it will be in vain, as your emotional scars will not heal in time for you to regain confidence in other people's ability to love, or even care.
Good luck.
lol :crackup:Drewskie said:So.......where do I sign up?
One of the oldest players I know is 70, a millionare with 28 and 34 year old girlfriends.Prodigy746 said:lol i dont think you can ever get enough girls... its like you dont care about sex after you just did it but than next day you want to have sex anymore. I dont think that changes until you are very old..
Wow, I'm going to print this up and hang it on my desk. This is just unbelievable. This is how I feel. This is poetry my friend. So true......dbot said:What comes next? I'll tell you what comes next... you enter a vortex of constant dissatisfaction and anxiety because all the women you're screwing aren't making you happy. So what do you do? You fuck even more women, to the point where it's a daily occurrence that only sinks you deeper and deeper into an abyss of depression and detachment, until one day, while busting a load all over the face of some random woman whose name you can't even recall, you ask yourself, "am I really here? Is this my life?" And after finally realizing that fulfilling your sexual urges and aggressively fucking every woman in sight completely senseless HASN'T improved your life on any significant level, you will then modify your life goals and try to forget all the nasty truths you've learned about humans and their natural defiance, infidelity, and backstabbing behavior. But it will be in vain, as your emotional scars will not heal in time for you to regain confidence in other people's ability to love, or even care.
Good luck.
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.