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.
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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
I'm sorry to hear that your girl and child were killed, that must be some deep ****. Your story is very inspiring and I can relate to the feeling.Originally posted by zerocelcius
I have been in your shoes!
I have thought about the same things.. I have tasted my ******* when I found out. I was scared. I wasn't at the time in my life where I could have kids. I was 19 she was 18. We were both scared as hell. I didn't want it and pleeded with a higher power to take it all away.
Than after cold sweats and weak legs, and millions of oh phucks. I woke up one day (two weeks later) and I thought about teaching it Martial Arts, or how it would look at me like I was the biggest man on earth. How it would smile or laugh.. or godd...... the dipers..... yuck. Now it seemed diffrent now I had to up my life to a diffrent level. I woke up everyday at 4:30 ran to the Gym, Ran back and did cardio. Ironed my clothes, ate healthy breakfast, quit smoking, payed my bills, got out from under all my dept, and started living for my child instead of me.
It made me the best person I have ever been. Sombody I was proud to be..
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.
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.
Lol exactly. Some of the over-emotional retards on this site can't understand that though. They think as soon as a sperm has entered an egg, suddenly it has the same worth as a living, breathing adult human(and don't bother telling me that technically it *is* living at that point, I know it is, living as sludge that is).Originally posted by dietzcoi
If you had not been born you never would have realized it.
What is the different if you were aborted when you were a few cells, or if your father had used a condom that night?
Same results!
you know what is funny to me is people that use this kinda logic. Sure eating meat is bad, Wacking is real bad, but having sexx ah man who cares what happens? If you really cared what happend to animals or sperm than have the control to not have sex. BUT YOU DON"T care. Why should you? eveything you believe is responsible free.Originally posted by italostud
Lol exactly. Some of the over-emotional retards on this site can't understand that though. They think as soon as a sperm has entered an egg, suddenly it has the same worth as a living, breathing adult human(and don't bother telling me that technically it *is* living at that point, I know it is, living as sludge that is).
With this logic, some of you guys shouldn't jerk off because think of all the poor sperm that die! They're living creatures too, capable of creating life! Stop jerking! lol. It's funny that most of the pro-lifers probably have no problem eating a burger or chicken, from which a fully grown, live animal was killed. BUT they have a problem with aborting a tiny little mass of cells which really has no conscious thought, feels no pain, and has the potential to destroy the mother and father's lives if it happens to be created at the wrong time.
Create Reality: Have her get the abortion, then go have a beer with your buds. And be more fyckin' careful next time lol!
Ok, I have no idea what the hell you're trying to say in the first paragraph. Firstly, I don't care if I eat an animal or jerk off, I was using it as a comparison. And if I cared about animals and sperm, then I should have control not to have sex? Huh?Originally posted by zerocelcius
you know what is funny to me is people that use this kinda logic. Sure eating meat is bad, Wacking is real bad, but having sexx ah man who cares what happens? If you really cared what happend to animals or sperm than have the control to not have sex. BUT YOU DON"T care. Why should you? eveything you believe is responsible free.
with your logic I can shot sombody in the f3&^% face and say.. who cares 9(&& he didn't feel it... besides he is just a bunch of die'n cells. Or kill the whole population becaue I don't like them.. I see them just as worthless as those cells that make that sludge that feels no pain.. and who cares about pain it is just chemical reactions with nero transmitions.. no big deal...
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.