That made me laugh so hard!Originally posted by kyanite
Me: :trouble:
French Faggots: :cheer: :rock:![]()
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.
That made me laugh so hard!Originally posted by kyanite
Me: :trouble:
French Faggots: :cheer: :rock:![]()
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.
I don't think anybody here actually cares. We're just letting the pinky boys know that they look gay and unmanly. It's a fashion tip.Originally posted by whistler
You guys care about the color of some other guy's shirt?!
You shouldn't even care...
You know why?
Because you shouldn't have time to care.
And because it reeks of anger motivated by, what else, fear...
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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.
I wouldn't pick out my son's clothes, that's a woman's jobOriginally posted by Happiness Renewed
so when u knock up the girl you got with your pink shirt and the baby is a boy...are u going to dress ur son up in pink too?
... if you have to resort to dressing like an unwashed auto mechanic just to impress a girl, your game is lacking. Some guys will wear a pink shirt over a wifebeater stained with engine oil any day of the week and still get laid. It's not what you wear, it's what's underneath it.As for the guys who are preaching the pink shirt thing, if you have to resort to dressing like a queer guy just to impress a girl, your game is lacking. I'll wear a wifebeater stained with engine oil over a barbie shirt any day of the week and still get laid. It's not what you wear, it's what's underneath it.
Yes, but only with members of the same gender.Some guys will wear a pink shirt over a wifebeater stained with engine oil any day of the week and still get laid.
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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
lol yeah become a pinky boy to piss off a couple guys on a internet forumOriginally posted by thefonz
I don't wear pink but i'm strongly considering it just to piss you guys off.
My thoughts exactly! If you're contented with yourself and your own style, there is absolutely no reason to hate other people for their tastes. Live and let live.Originally posted by Hound_of_Love
So many posts on this site proclaiming that the most important tenet of the DJ faith is to be secure in yourself and all I'm reading here is an outpouring of insecurity against gays, metrosexuals and pink shirts(!)? Sweet baby Jesus people!
What do you do?Originally posted by Jariel
I'm an artist,
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.