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.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
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.
Hey, the main point of sosuave is to do things that will make you happy with life. I say if it is your thing do it. But sometimes we have to think about the happiness of others. For instance I will live in the 9th level of hell with satan brutus judas and the other guy just to make my little bro happy (umm for the rest of his life). Point is enjoy your life.ChrizZ said:...but I´m afraid I´ll get addicted.
Any opinions on WoW?
Hey, the main point of sosuave is to do things that will make you happy with life. I say if it is your thing do it. But sometimes we have to think about the happiness of others. For instance I will live in the 9th level of hell with satan brutus judas and the other guy just to make my little bro happy (umm for the rest of his life). Point is enjoy your life. BTW WOW is not my thing. I like games like Zelda Metal Gear ratchet and turok. for some reason my mom thinks I mainly like FPSChrizZ said:...but I´m afraid I´ll get addicted.
Any opinions on WoW?
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.
If I spent 24/7 doing 'productive' things, I'll be so bored I'd shoot myself. Or else I'd die at 40 from a stress-induced heart attack. What's the point of improving yourself so much, that you don't have fun anymore? That's like making millions of dollars, and not spending 1 cent on yourself.Teflon_Mcgee said:Can you afford to do something that is not productive?
What if you die in a car accident before you achieve your goals?I don't play games, I RARELY watch TV, and I only go out to maintain a healthy life. The rest of the time is dedicated to education and improvement (finance, physical, knowledge, etc...).
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Once I reach my goals then yeah. Sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll (and WoW) will be they way I go.
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.