Francisco d'Anconia
Master Don Juan
Someone should make that a requirement for women in order for them to become feminist...backbreaker said:...someone should ban women who don't give head
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.
Someone should make that a requirement for women in order for them to become feminist...backbreaker said:...someone should ban women who don't give head
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.
Someone should go around with a red permanent marker and draw a big X on exposed muffin tops. Better yet, they should draw a circle with a slash through it, like one would see on a "no parking" or "no smoking" sign... as if to advise the general public that "muffin tops are prohibited here."Francisco d'Anconia said:Someone should tell women with muffin tops that they should not wear low rise jeans.
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.
I agree.backbreaker said:actually I kinda dig flip flops on the right girl.. she has to have pretty feet though
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.
grinder said:…pass a law that marriage licenses automatically expire every year unless renewed by both parties…..
Ohhhhhh... I'm going to bring up this concept in class tomorrow! This will certainly spur a good conversation!grinder said:…pass a law that marriage licenses automatically expire every year unless renewed by both parties…..
How about something like those portable drug identification kits that cops carry. Get some of her saliva, put it in the kit, if it turns blue, turn and run quick!RedPill said:Someone should direct millions of dollars of capital toward the development of the STD breathalyzer.
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.
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.