You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
kentucky migt very well be the most diverse state in the entire country. you have some of the snobbist motherfvckers on the earth in horse country, old money 's old money. then you have true white trash on the other side of the state. then you have a true urban area in Louisville.Bible_Belt said:Where in Kentucky was she from? It is diverse. There are parts of Kentucky by Indiana that are surprisingly wealthy and modern. Of course, most of the state is obviously not. Eastern Kentucky is every bit as Deliverance as Crossett Arkansas.
pine bluff has that exact same ****ty paper mill smell. My step grand dad the one in jail is/was/is to b in jail in Pine bluff and for the vast majority of my childhood my grandmother moved there to be close to him. i mean, 24 x 7 just stank. it just becomes normal.My best friend from high school married a preacher's daughter from Grenada, MS, and lived in Crossett. I used to spend a lot of my college breaks at his trailer. His wife was one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen in person. His second Crossett girl, a Piggly-Wiggly cashier, was just about as cute. The both had bodies that looked like perfect plastic surgery, except it was all real. The accent killed it for me, though. Plus the town stunk to holy hell from the paper mill, and it was a dry county. Everyone was still drunk, but they had to drive to Bastrop, LA, to buy booze. Bastrop was a unique place as well. The law said that giving you a big alcoholic slushie and a straw separately was not an "open container," so every gas station was like a outdoor ghetto Fat Tuesday's. The drinking age was 21, but they would sell alcohol to anyone who looked over about seventeen.
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.
see, that's what I like about them. I'm a straight shooter, you'll never get any mixed signals from me. I expect the same courtesy too. the hell with all these "reading signals to see if she likes you" and waste your d@mn time on a girl when you can know within a few mins if you have a shot with her or not. saves me alot of time, saves her time as well. It also toughens you up as a man because if you can take rejection from a yankee girl, then rejection from a southern girl will be no sweat at all. I will say though that MOST of the women I've met from NJ, PA, OH were some of the rudest b!tches ever, just downright hateful as sin. I've had great success with girls from Michigan, Mass., NY, VT, and NH. Trust me when I tell you that the north has just as many hot women as the south does.Mike32ct said:I'm from the north. Northern women love you or hate you. You'll know very quickly which one it is.