THE_ADDMAN
Master Don Juan
"I'm flattered, but I'll have to pass"
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.
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.
I understand where you're coming from but there are women who believe (and rightfully so) that there is a section of men who crave the attention of any woman. These guys will go places with these women that some of us would never consider, but if offered to them they'll take it in a heartbeat. These guys who settle give many women hope.mrRuckus said:I get offended when an ugly girl tries to flirt with me. To me it's like she's saying "hey, you're on my level."![]()
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.
YO FRANCIS! :crackup:Francisco d'Anconia said:"FRANCIS????"
Is it too much to ask for two more key clicks for a C and an O??!! :woo:
Oh yeah, I'm just here for everyone's amusement... :woo:djbr said:YO FRANCIS! :crackup:
I laughed hard reading this!
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.