You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
This is not true. There are so many guys so desperate for pootang this is who they date. Why can't you understand this?CaliMan007 said:
like2jam said:
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.
Another possibility is that he's planning ahead for the nuclear apocalypse. A woman that fat would literally be able to survive for months without food while all the skinny b!tches would die within 24 hours without their soy lattes and vegan pancakes and sh!t.CaliMan007 said:
The reason there's likely more focus on overweight women in senses like this, is because fat is often seen as repulsive, yet with most of us Westerners being overweight, it pretty much strikes fear into the lives of many who feel they will never be loved if they're overweight. Which is not true.like2jam said:
Halcyonique said:
Isn't that obvious? The only possible way I could take this stand-point, is if I myself were an overweight woman.TyTe`EyEz said:
Halcyonique said:Isn't that obvious? The only possible way I could take this stand-point, is if I myself were an overweight woman.
And I thought this sub-section were for "mature" people over 25...
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.
It was the manner in which you did so.Halcyonique said:
I don't want your sickening offers; take your "livestock" elsewhere. Thank you.Malice said:
It's bad enough we get force fed this fat loving, equalist, liberal wank daily. Don't bring that poisonous civilization destroying sh1t here please.Halcyonique said:
You have your say, I have mine. You can't just tell people to stop.( . )( . ) said:
Deal with it and suck it up.There's plenty of other sites where this western plague of "fat acceptance" is a beautiful thing, where the majority will still all nod in false smile agreement with your toxic kumbaya bullsh1t.Halcyonique said:You have your say, I have mine. You can't just tell people to stop.
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.
Oh, I mean "wahhh I dun liek fat pplz EW EW EW". Happy? :3 Look! You brainwashed meh to your way of thinking! Yay!( . )( . ) said:
that's all well and good but your not exactly the one who has to navigate your way through this current epidemic of disgusting slovenly pigs to get to the few remaining normal chicks left. Your laziness and others of your ilk is the reason I gotta disarm 3 beta orbiters and a handful of *****y fat whales before I even get to my target. Supply and demand, Google it.Halcyonique said:
I have just as much ground and right to comment as you do.( . )( . ) said:
Not really, your fat and your a woman. Society listened to your opinion for half a century and look where we are.Halcyonique said:
Meh. If I can make just one tax wasting mouth breather rethink her next large (heh) portion size meal then I'll gladly take "bigot". I'm also calling shenanigans on 125 pounds, your retard pose facebook angle begs to disagree with that claim. Besides, normal chicks are secretly repulsed by lard assery as much as the rest of us, they just happen to be sh!t scared of the PC police more so than men. You on the other hand doth protest too much.Halcyonique said:[EDIT] - The site won't let me post anymore so I pmed you.
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.