im sensing some bitterness here. has some immature b1tch hurt you?chance- said:once again. i'm not a fag. just not a dog like you who chases girls like a little b!tch.
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.
im sensing some bitterness here. has some immature b1tch hurt you?chance- said:once again. i'm not a fag. just not a dog like you who chases girls like a little b!tch.
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.
Victory!!!! hahahahaha. So you already know!!! I've been trying to tell these guys on this forum about this for awhile now.chance- said:rakishness, funny you say that. my first lay was a married woman with a kid and she was very beautiful and i didn't have to play one single game. she did all the moves (one of them included grabbing my d!ck).
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.
2_intense2 said:so what you guys are all sweet perfect little angels, that can do no wrong?
I mean seriously the amount sh!t that guys do, compare to females..
When a guy plays a girl, its perfectly fine. When a girl returns the favor it's a problem??
very true. I'm glad I'm about to graduate.College aged girls many times aren't even worth the trouble.
Why is that??geez, i feel a bit uncomfortable there's a female lurking around on here. that's not cool.
I like your style bro. It's all about how much will power you have.absolut honesty said:i sense you are a girl..........and i think what you just said is totally right
its retarded how guys play girls, have 5 different girls they are seeing at the same time, but when a girl does the same thing to them, she is called a slut - THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A SLUT!!!!
guys gotta understand, that:
IF YOU PLAY THE GAME, THEN EXPECT TO BE PART OF THE GAME
however a real pimp knows how to mind fvck his girls and make them all his
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Only losers fvck married and single babes with kids, there are 40 year old dudes fvcking hot 18 year old babes with no ties, even dudes who are 80 fvcking some hot 30 year old chick, yet all of you young wussy dudes brag about fvcking a married woman with kids who is twice your age.chance- said:rakishness, funny you say that. my first lay was a married woman with a kid and she was very beautiful and i didn't have to play one single game. she did all the moves (one of them included grabbing my d!ck).
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.