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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
Securing and maintaining true liberty requires that we go through discomfort along the way... Not surprisingly, quite a few men remain in marriages not even worthy of being derided as sh-t-y, all for the sake of NOT experiencing such things
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Define discomfort here
Insofar as breaking free of a marriage that's poison to it's core goes:
in other words trading self respect for money and safety. sounds like slavery to me.
Good news is that NO ONE today is physically chained to a whipping post in The Pre-Civil War South. As a man living in modern day America, all that stands between us and freedom is our own terror over the unknown
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Perfectly clear now. But really people chose to stay in those conditions rather than leaving?
Hey, I liked that.
I remember the first time a woman admitted to googling me it was 2010, I've had a few since tell me they want to Google me before the date etc (usually online dating) I myself have googled girls to see where they live and if they have any crazy debt lol
I came to that conclusion about women Googling men when I was talking to this girl. She told me that she and her friends were hit on by some guy outside a club one time, but they gave him the cold shoulder. Later, they Googled him and found out he was a hockey player on a minor league contract earning $1 million, so they kind of regretted it.
Two rents (or in my case a mrtg AND rent), two car payments, two sets of utility bills and her running up every expense attached to your name she can muster. Guys think she's devious when she's WITH you?
Ha I rermember I use to go out with this buff dude 6'4, built like a linebacker(not fat all muscle). He never had issues meeting girls. One time we were out and I spotted a 2 set I opened playfully lying saying he was 4th string linebacker for the vikings, the girls really belived it he ended up banging the girl an hour later in his car lmfaooo
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.
I used to tell $trippers I was a plastic surgeon. I knew quite a bit about implants and the different surgical methods they use to place them so I was very believable. It was hilarious watching these girls fall for it. They were all thinking "free boobs, free boobs! I'm gonna suck up to this guy. "
What were your criteria for doing this? I mean, had you already put her in the trash bin and considered to f8ck her only?
No it was just hanging out and conversation. Just bull schit, shooting the breeze.