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.
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.
Because what is mainstream is romance, marrying cratered SMV, playing house with Chad's booty call, and her seeking refuge in baby rabies, and white picket fence as her last resort for salvation. Cucks, betas, and the men with low testosterone can follow the beaten path.
It's time for men to evolve. The best example is to lead the way.
Rollo is a great resource but, shocker, he's married. He has risked throwing away half his ****. Tons of great red pill content but, when it comes right down to it, 99% of men fold. Rollo is no different. I think he operates in such a way, he mitigates follow out but, if his wife cucked him tomorrow, made false abuse accusations, he would get raped financially like the next man.
Marriage is dead. Romance is for cucks.
Lead. She follows or next! No ambiguity. Hot/cold? Take **** out. If you're not hitting it, someone else is.
dirtbirdIf you find a unicorn, I've seen them before at least in the older generation.
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.
lowlifeRoflmao!
Don't worry we all believe you hahaI'd be the same if we were sitting together in a bar having a beer. what's the big deal?
suppose it depends how you take ****e. Sometimes it's banter nothing more
*Kiss Kiss*you shouldn't be allowed on the forum after admitting that you fvck ladyboys and underage girls.
scum
Women are weaponized. Not getting the ring is enough to trash a man's life with false rapey accusations. Unicorn? Define? What a NAWALT? As if to say, she hasn't seen one up close before.If you find a unicorn, I've seen them before at least in the older generation.
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.
There's that war bride phenomenon whereby, women will cling to their new ruler rather than mourn the lost husband. Women are ruthless that way and if there's needs be any indication, look at divorce stats on gender or false rapey accusations, and any number of the #metoo nonsense. It's cratered smv and out comes victim hood.There are some caretaker women that marry and stick with their husbands even through illness etc. Often the absolute worst men attract these women but not always. I know two of them.
Nah just realized the futility of it all.Coward. Nice edit.
Run Forrest.
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.
So, what you're saying is that, I am consistent and you're unable to articulate nor structure a logical argument.Nah just realized the futility of it all.
"conversing" with the likes of you, who only spouts dogma and just regurgitates the same tired ****e over and over again....
you only sound like you have something wrong with your brain or something.
You are the same poster repeated over and over again. You and your ilk make a parody of this website
Probably best to leave you cartoon internet alphas to your fun
Really? I must have missed that...You just got owned.
Mad about what boy?You mad?
Could you elaborate? I remember awhile back (I can't remember what thread) that you posted something about how you sometimes occasionally incorporated romance into your interactions with women while internally sticking to red pill ideals, but in such a manner that the romance was adventurous, never prolonged, and never too serious (in the sense that the romance was solely based on spontaneous fun and not onenitus).I enjoy it sometimes (right situation).
In my experience "lovebombing" " is only something a BPD does think boiling a bunny in a pot crazy if you will,I have never had a non - BPD lovebomb me ever..lovebombing is over the top behavior like flying you first class round trip to Europe for free just to fvck her (yes I have had this happen to me) It is designed to pull the target in (usually a high value male) and destroy him on purpose as it is all planned out devilishly in advance.I enjoy it sometimes (right situation).
Difference between now and my teen years is that i don't get as carried away with my own spiel.
It's powerful stuff. Women refer to it as "lovebombing", which i did used to do. Which is to come on very strong, then go off after about 3 months. It's powerful, because i believed my own sh1t. These days it's more of a thing like watching a claude van dam film, stupid stuff but enjoyable none the less.