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 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.
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.
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.
I agree.backbreaker said:actually I kinda dig flip flops on the right girl.. she has to have pretty feet though
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.
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.
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.
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.