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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
The first stripper says she loves muscle guys "but my boyfriend is skinny" I guarantee you that Hef's three blondes would gag at Jay Cutler's arms, and lick the arm of Hugh, filled with age spots and wrinkles.trv26 said:"I think physique has little to do with anything. Want proof?....
Gosh!!! I jst think the guy has given u some actual proof to back up wat he said,....unlike u. Since when does a statement u made with no backing constitute proof?
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.
Nighthawk said:
Strippers are hilarious. I read the book "Strip City" by Lily Burana, and she has the market cornered as far as being an Egomaniac, as is the average stripper. They live for the gym and the tanning/nail salon in the daytime, as well as catalog shopping, and sleeping. They come alive at night, like vampires. They spend lots of time in front of a mirror applying eyeliner and lipstick, and deciding what outfit will get them the most cash for the night. Then, if they desire they can call up a sucker/customer who will happily chauffeur their ass to work. Once at work, their lives revolve around loud music, cigarette smoke, drinks, and working the pole and the room. They have their regular customers, who often have money and become addicted to their attention. As long as they are making $$$ to include big tips, they will sacrifice the entire night to these pathetic men, and only dance for them, and converse with them. Their workday begins as the sun goes down,and ends as the bar closes for the night. Then, they get escorted by the bouncers to their ride, which could be a Porsche or a Vette, funded by lonely men, a cab, or the same dumb slob who got them there in the first place. Who drives them home, and gets a little BS hug for his gas, and goes home, to pathetically mastrubate and call the stripper's name out as he climaxes in pure sexual frustration.bigjohnson said:The answers line up so well with my expectations that I sort of wonder how much to believe. First, this is us listening to what women are saying and secondly they are strippers, not that that's a bad thing but they are experts at being what men want them to be.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Although quite a few were OK with what I would consider heavy guys, but they all wanted masculine traits more than requiring a cut and lean fella. They mostly seemed to want big chest, shoulders, arms and so on.Rollo Tomassi said:That's funny, I didn't see one response extolling the hotness of fat guys. Hmmm,...
Did anyone else laugh at this being posted on a stripper board by a professed stripper?"Haha...
Damn, I need to get laid. "
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Everyone should read this....its primal reasoning behind being attracted to a muscular man.Honestly, I'm not that picky when it comes to a man's body. I just want someone who is bigger than me so I can snuggle and feel safe and cuddled.
Yeah, but you know how women are. They don't really know what they want.brett012 said:I always thought a skinny guy meant a guy who is skinny without muscle.
I love skinny guys
Not scrawney. Skinny. There's a difference.
I love my tall skinney white boy, lol!
He's thin, but muscled and lean. A wirey lean build.
About 6 foot and 155-160lbs.
And YES he has the V!!!!!!
Not really my thing for guys that are muscled up and can't put their arms down, lol. If they can't move normally how the **** are they gunna be flexable enough for wild monkey circus sex?!
I like em lean and flexable as I am, lol!
I like guys that are thin but toned/slightly muscular. I don't want guys to be super bulky like He-Man. But I don't want them to be scrawny sticks with no definition and a 10-yr-old's body either.
And most of the ones who want a "big guy" really wanted someone with alot of muscle but not at all cut (as in, linebacker physique.)I like skinny but muscular. My boyfriend is like that. He's tall and skinny but perfectly manly. He's soooo strong, he makes me feel dainty.
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.