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.
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.
Man, like I didn't see that coming.I finally told her how I felt during a conversation that lasted for hours. I said I was very attracted to her somewhere in the middle but I handled it wrongly. I didn't take my time to explain why I was so romantically interested nor how a relationship between us could work. She looked at me with a smile that confirmed she wasn't interested.
LOL! I'm thinking about carving another notch in my virtual bedpostI was on loveshack.org for a period of time trying to help the frustrated masses but they banned me.
Good point, some guys are really beyond saving...Docs said:No, we weren't ALL like that, maybe you were, but I was a horrible AFC, but not near that bad.
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.
Rollo Tomassi said:DES, heheh,..I'm already starting fires there. Join me brother
Think of how well Plate Theory will go over here,..heh
*Lauging* You are going to hell. Who are you to shatter the ideoligies of these poor helplous souls who believe that when people fall in love that it was meant to be, written in the stars? However wait up a second. I'm thinking about joining now as my DJ alter ego (i.e an AFC) MilrenkNO (not to be confused with milren know but then again who cares). I'll start threads about how I'm in love and any other pathetic story I can dream up.Rollo Tomassi said:I'm going straight to hell, I know,..
Plate Theory
I had to edit out the community specific terminology, but it's essentially the same post.
I feel like an arsonist now. All I need is some gasoline now,..
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.
Ummm, it says "Invalid Thread" when I go to it. Maybe the Admin took it down?Rollo Tomassi said:I'm going straight to hell, I know,..
Plate Theory
I had to edit out the community specific terminology, but it's essentially the same post.
I feel like an arsonist now. All I need is some gasoline now,..
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
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.