That I can proudly say 0Methuselah said:This thread would be alot cooler if it was renamed to, "The how many HUGE chicks have you Banged thread!"
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.
That I can proudly say 0Methuselah said:This thread would be alot cooler if it was renamed to, "The how many HUGE chicks have you Banged thread!"
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.
So was it that you didn't finish or was she a double amputee?Chimera said:.5
It was very awkward...
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.
Then you'd only have .25; you just couldn't resist embellishing your numbers, could 'ya?Chimera said:both, obviously...
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
How do your 21 yr old cousin and older cousin do it? Are they really good looking, good game, both? Do they have many ONS's?Rex Man said:Okay, to help put some things in perspective I will run down the numbers I know to be true for my wings.
My Best friend: 1
My 21 yr Cousin: 48
My 20 yr Cousin: 14
My current best wing: 27
My chubby friend: 0 (it's not because he's chubby I'm just using it to differentiate)
My family man friend (22): 43
My nerdy friend: 0
My oldest brother (32): About 20 give or take
My older cousin and best wing of all fukking time: 90+ ( I THINK 92)
These numbers I am confident about and it shows how people are all over the board.
Well, I'd personally break it down like this.How do your 21 yr old cousin and older cousin do it? Are they really good looking, good game, both? Do they have many ONS's?
For me, the vast majority of my number came during my college years (I'm in my Senior year now). In high school, I did ok, but not great.Also, I'd been cool to see where all the A$$ came from. I'd say 5 from club sarging, 5 from work, two friends of girls i nailed and 4 from school.
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.