itcantgetworse
Don Juan
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good stuff guys ,interesting reading 
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.
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.
You have to think of it like this: you are clearly committed to the relationship. When she left, she basically said "I don't want to work things out with you anymore". She isn't committed. She left you, not the other way around.sadonomspa said:So 2 weeks and counting. Saturday was probably the best day. Yesterday and today sort of sucks. I keep just thinking of what I could have said. I put up no fight for her and feel I have regrets for not doing so, but then again how can you make someone want you.
I wanted to contact her but won't. I saw another post on here that made me relize I would feel much worst. I can't picture how that is possible but I am listening to the people on this forum who were in this.
I am not mad, angry, just depressed. Heck id rather anger and hatred than depression.
I feel as if iam not fighting for my right to tell her how wrong she is. That's what iam encountering right now.
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.
Nice one, I was wondering why it hadn't happened before. You read through the whole thing?Desdinova said:Never read this thread until I needed it today. It is essential to this forum. *Stickied*
Not the whole thing, just a few pages.Purefilth said:Nice one, I was wondering why it hadn't happened before. You read through the whole thing?![]()
Man, in This level we gotta to shut down our Emotion totally, No Heart Feeling, just Use Your Brain simultaneously.Count Chocola said:If she starts texting or calling before the 60 days are over, ignore the calls and delete the voicemails and textings without reading them. She will bombard you with more and more attention and pleas, but you must not communicate with her...... even if she says she wants you back, or wants to talk. No contact means No contact, and i doing no contact too, im on day 3.
Man, in This level we gotta to shut down our Emotion totally, No Heart Feeling, just Use Your Brain simultaneously.Count Chocola said:If she starts texting or calling before the 60 days are over, ignore the calls and delete the voicemails and textings without reading them. She will bombard you with more and more attention and pleas, but you must not communicate with her...... even if she says she wants you back, or wants to talk. No contact means No contact, and i doing no contact too, im on day 3.
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.
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.
Desdinova said:I'll tell you guys what the most difficult part for me is, at least right now. My ex was diagnosed with a thyroid problem (don't worry, she's not a porker!) She puts in quite a bit of effort to take care of her body. Unfortunately, she got some questionable medical advice from some guy on the internet, advising her to start ingesting iodine and to slowly increase her intake over time. She keeps the iodine in a glass jar with a metal clasp. The clasp has started to corrode and deteriorate. I told her once, "if it's doing that, I can't imagine what the iodine is doing to your stomach".
Only after we broke up, I looked into the idea of ingesting iodine. Basically, it's just like ingesting poison. The correct way to take in iodine is to put it on your skin, not down your throat. When we broke up, she was having bad stomach problems. I've been tempted to tell her that she's destroying her body by ingesting the stuff, but I can't do that. I can't break NC.
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.