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.
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.
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.
Yeah, I would do the same, or would pay someone for doing that. But some guys are suicide.SleepyRangerMedic82D said:i would kick you in the teeth
luckily Im bigger than that guy haha.Commandante said:Yeah, I would do the same, or would pay someone for doing that. But some guys are suicide.
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.
and luckily for him bullets don't care how big you are. That "I'm bigger than dude" shyt is always a laugh.mtlwlu said:luckily Im bigger than that guy haha.
Honestly, 5-6 years ago... this board wasn't so "church" like.... and most of those posters are the ones who laid the foundation for what it means to be a "dj" (i do not consider myself that at all). but in recent years - the morale police have taken over here; mostly keyboard jockeys who aren't far removed from being an AFC (who most likely got cheated on themselves, which would explain their bitterness)....DonChino said:Just reading the information available in the DJ bible etc. it comes off to me all is fair when it comes to gaming girls.
You'd have to be a serious f*cking idiot to do 25 to life over some b*tch who cheated on you in the first place. Only a few people are that dumb.Warrior74 said:and luckily for him bullets don't care how big you are. That "I'm bigger than dude" shyt is always a laugh.
^^ Spot on ^^speakeasy said:You'd have to be a serious f*cking idiot to do 25 to life over some b*tch who cheated on you in the first place. Only a few people are that dumb.
luckily Im in Canada where hand guns are easily available...Warrior74 said:and luckily for him bullets don't care how big you are. That "I'm bigger than dude" shyt is always a laugh.
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.
If you do "the friend thing" you will be in the friendzone. End of story.mtlwlu said:Im going on a day date with a girl to the beach, she has a boyfriend though, I dunno if I should kino (easy to do when playing around in the water) or just do the friend thing.
It's fine to date/have sex with them, just don't get into a relationship with them, as they will cheat on you too.personally, I don't advise going out with chicks willing to cheat on their gf.
He should blame her if she cheats (she should either not do it, or end her first relationship), and himself, for not keeping her interested.I never quite understood why the boyfriend puts so much blame on the guy taking his girl out and not the girl herself.
If a man can't keep a woman attracted, it's his problem. She'll cheat sooner or later, may as well be with youIn my personal code of ethics, I do not. The reason is that I want to help my fellow man, not destroy him emotionally by being an ass thief.
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.