Allaia
Don Juan
Oh that was too cute!
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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'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.
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.
So far, I'm liking it.mr_elor said:Yeah, female posters are mroe than welcome here, as long as they understand where we're coming from.
Penkitten's cool, if you see the kinds of things she writes you'll get the gist.
But hey, we don't to suddenly force a ton of rules on you, by all means enjoy yourself on here, maybe you'll learn a few things yourself.
Of course it doesn't. Hey, Penkitten found her husband on this site, it could happen to you too!yourunintended said:I think my possession of female genitalia prevents that from happening.
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.
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.
Maybe for some, but certainly not how I think. I'm not on any crusade to bed a bunch of women. only to be happy with myself and what I deem successful in my own life. To some that success includes trying to bed lots of women.HOMBRE said:Don't you guys believe in a happy medium? What determines the fact that you're REAL men? Is the criteria how many "chicks" you can bed? Wow. I'm impressed.
Well, you sound like a very reasonable man...so what are you doing here?mpimpin said:Maybe for some, but certainly not how I think. I'm not on any crusade to bed a bunch of women. only to be happy with myself and what I deem successful in my own life. To some that success includes trying to bed lots of women.
My father was that type of guy and it only destroyed our family and I imagine he's going to be pretty lonely in a few years.
i assume quite a few LS members will be flocking these boards...HOMBRE said:Well, you sound like a very reasonable man...so what are you doing here?![]()
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.