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Try not to vomit gents.
Try not to vomit gents.
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
Did you look at those pictures? That's ain't chucky. I was on a committee with a chic who looks and dresses like that. Complete *****. The entire committee went to her house one night to hang out and relax, have a few drinks...smoke a few bowls. She starts confessing how she hasn't been laid in 5 years because men are intimidated by her intelligence. I really wanted to tell her it's because she's built like a chunky, snarky, tatted up, foul mouthed feminist cave troll with a shrill voice and sense of entitlement.backbreaker said:warrior you know you like em chunky i don't even know why you are fronting lol
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Robert28 said:Am I the only one that noticed that fat girl has purple hair? She could lose 50 lbs....he!! she could lose 100 lbs but the fact is she STILL has PURPLE HAIR. What does that scream to me? It says "Hey I'm the biggest feminist liberal whackjob of a b!tch you will EVER meet". Now I'm not one to really get into the whole politics thing most of the time, but being around women like this I can guarantee you every d@mn thing you do or say will turn into a political debate with her.
Who could even see that coming. What a totally non predictable shock.backbreaker said:i'm kinda digging the purple hair / red **** me pumps honestly. i could do that. it's an itneresting combo.
This had me rolling.Bible_Belt said:I once had to set up all the chairs for a cage fight in a warehouse. The chairs arrived late, and they were the flimsiest plastic folding chairs I have ever seen. I told my boss that I didn't think they would hold fat people.
A trainer of one of the fighters brought his wife, and that b!tch was huge! When they bought their tickets, I immediately started thinking about her in one of those chairs. I kept an eye on where she was sitting, and thankfully, I didn't miss the show. If chairs had personalities, this one would have been a fighter; poor chair lasted almost an hour. Then...BOOM!...the chair collapses without warning and dumps her flat on her back. Her big fat arms and legs were waving in the air - she looked like a cross between a beached whale and an upside down turtle.
Her husband helped her up, and told her that the chair must have been defective! She stood up the rest of the night, though.
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.
Could stop here and still be the best thing posted on the internet today. Thanks.Bible_Belt said:I once had to set up all the chairs for a cage fight in a warehouse.
Haha I thought the same thing.dasein said:Could stop here and still be the best thing posted on the internet today. Thanks.
Exactly. It's not like you deserve bad treatment, but don't **** with the rest of us for not being attracted to it.zekko said:What a load of sh!t. No surprise it's a woman who wrote that article. They couldn't find a guy to give out compliments to these whales, unless he was one of these chubby chaser guys with a fat fetish.
I mean, look, if you're a woman and you're overweight, okay, I'm not going to hate you for it or call you names. I'll treat you like a normal person and I won't disrespect you. Just don't expect me to find you physically attractive.
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.