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.
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.
Bang on.Deadly_Ripped said:It's not about treating them like a kid physically or intellectually: it's about their emotions.
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.
Just bumping this up for the new guys.RedPill said:Here's a question for all of you (especially whoever that was that busted out Hillary Clinton)... How many FEMININE chicks have you run across who are actually smart?
Now before any of you guys go into a rant about how the "treat 'em like kids" mentality is bad for business, do you really give a good god damn about how smart a woman is? Granted, nobody wants the chick who can't eat meat 'cause she's a veterinarian, but is this really what draws you to a female? FEMININE women, a rare commodity today, are like kids in the sense that they are highly affected by their emotional state. Do you honestly want it any other way?
Exactly!Mr.Sexy said:Treat all people as children. Not just the opposite sex. People crave acceptance. The more dominant you appear the more they want your praise. Dominance has NOTHING to do with your size. Sometimes the scariest men are the smallest. Study history.
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.
captain underpants said:Excuse me but women scientifically speaking are the less intelligent(logically) and less strong gender. Its a proven fact, but they aren't retarded so don't treat them like kids. However it doesn't mean all women are less intelligent then all men, so don't go in thinking they are idiots. Women are more intelligent in the EQ department. Both sexes have there pros and cons. It would be fair to treat them on an equal level.
Deadly_ripped said:I thought this post would have been closed once someone stated the obvious:
We are not talking about women's intellects or physical abilities or interests. We are talking about their emotion state. This board exists because men let their emotions get the best of them and do stupid stuff that keeps them from getting any a$s. Women are as much prisoner to their emotions and societally induced preconcieved notions about love and sex.
Their emotions are shifty, unstable, irrational, whatever you want to call it. THAT aspect of them is what you treat like a child, not necessarily in regular day-to-day conversating.
It's not about treating them like a kid physically or intellectually: it's about their emotions.
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.
weather you're young or old,people on this board should consider loosening up a bit maybe.
but anyway i used this tactic with success today. i made this chicks face red with laughter today by just like playing with her, teasing her, laughing with her, throwing sh*t at her, just like messing with her and treating her, in a way, like my 4 year old sister (though not quite as immature haha)
yup just be playful once in a while... thats what this thread means to me.. be playful, screw around, have fun
but then i'm in high school, where EVERYONES unserious and messing around lol. but then you can still have fun with older women also, my friend does that alot.
But if you treat her as an equal, what is the result?Leporello said:when one is a child one speaks as a child. But we are men, and should put aside childish things.
Some women are smarter than you. Some are dumber. Find your equal.
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.