Send her merry Christmas text . Hey even the Germans had a ceasefirebateman72 said:Hey way to go Blinkers. Its christmas eve here and im feeling pretty down. Missing her, life k8nda lost some brightness. Day 15 no contact.
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.
Send her merry Christmas text . Hey even the Germans had a ceasefirebateman72 said:Hey way to go Blinkers. Its christmas eve here and im feeling pretty down. Missing her, life k8nda lost some brightness. Day 15 no contact.
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.
Holy shoot man!You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to Blinkers again.
Do not send her sh*t!!mikey2012 said:Send her merry Christmas text . Hey even the Germans had a ceasefire
You hit the nail on the head. THIS is the purpose of the NC.Lotus Effect said:There is no ceasefire, because she is not the enemy. She is DEAD!
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
It happened with the girl that brought me here as well! The god forsaken EXMichiganMan1111 said:I once got back together with an ex...its great for about 2 weeks as you relive the original honeymoon and screw like rabbits...then they start to treat you like **** and take you for granted. Why wouldn't they? They ditched you and you were waiting like a little puppy for their return.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
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.
Lotus Effect said:It happened with the girl that brought me here as well! The god forsaken EX
She dumped me, 15 days later we got back together because I cried and begged.
It was awesome on the first week. We f*cked like rabbits indeed. Than she begun treating me like sh*t at the second week. And then she f*cked another dude on the third. 2 days after my birthday!
Too bad for her she was not very smart on hiding it!
It sucks balls. But it is what it is. She was a devious slut. And I don't wish her nothing in this time of the year. Nor good or bad. Nothing at all.
I sincerelly hope that all of you guys keep it strong, and keep it to yourselfs.
Don't give the Ex the pleasure of knowing they own you. Tripod said it very wisely. Read his words over and over again!
DON'T SEND NOTHING TO HER.
I doubt that they will send you guys anything anyway.
And bateman, no worries man. We are here to help each other!
But most of all, a Merry Christmas to all of us!!!
Let this pain be our most valuable present in life, and let us all rise like a Phoenix from this mess!
Bigger and better Man!
arossi:Arossi2211 said:By the way I'm not texting her back !!
drakeramore said:Hi guys,
Merry Christmas
I was wondering, I must admit I am still thinking a lot about my ex girl, and I expect her to send me some holiday wish text these days.
I also am thinking of sending something along the lines of "thanks, likewise" back. Something very short that should attempt to project my indifference to her, nothing more. It would be rude to not answer at all if it is some kind of a nice holiday wish. Am still wondering though if I should do it, if it comes to it that is, of course.
Not replying in this case would show how hurt I still am and would be rude and kind of classless. Still though it will show her how determined I am not to get in touch with her ever again.
I see a reason to go with either route.
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.