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.
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.
War Against Betaism said:
Not the people who did mine, he just told me to buy some A&D ointment and not to use soap if I don't want it to turn really really green.Wired for Sound said:you can use soap, it just can't have a bunch of fragrances and chemicals in it. I use plain antibacterial soap after tattoos. didn't they give you a guide to tattoo care afterward or anything? if it makes you feel better, just don't soap up your tattoo. go around it when you shower, as having one part of your body be only washed by water for a week or two won't kill you.
I have a feeling it's not completely healed yet because it's still pealing. The guy who did mine was still kind of new to it (though since he was new he was willing to give me a big ass discount), but did a surprisingly good job. The piece covers most of my shoulder.Magma said:
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.
Fo sho thanks for the advice.Magma said:
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.
I know what he's talking about; most tattoos turn into a greenish color, not this kind of green.woods said: