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.
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.
The discussion is about why there is so many views on this song, not on the merits of the song itself.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
There is no way to know that to certain, but I will say this. There are a number of female commentators on the video itself. Some of which have put comments about how sexy or pretty she is. They sound a bit queer to me, but I'm sure there are some straight ones too.
Like blue-pill Disney.
it is for dudes who never get out and mingle...
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.
Well, it is Pride month. Not too long ago, I think it was called Gay Pride month, but now they have to include all the other gender blending types and orientations. I also remember when I was younger, "queer" was considered a slur. Interesting how things change.
I don't agree with Pride month, but it is what it is. I already get shoved this agenda in my TV-shows and movies enough, (you might have a great TV-show like "The 100" for example, then some gay "moments" on there for that agenda, etc.... Take the recent HBO show Flight Attendant and how that is ruining an already interesting show, or even Jane the Virgin, etc...) and it's not nice to have things forced on you that you don't agree with.
