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.
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.
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.
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.
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'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.
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'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.
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.
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.