KontrollerX
Master Don Juan
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Did she ever press charges against that piece of sh!t Penkitten?
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.
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.
LOL, I knew a lot of hotties that played that game. My ex still plays, she was very cute-my buddies g/f still plays, she is also a hottie. And I have met others.This all said, 99% of female are guys. also, why on earth are you flirting online?
no, she filed bankruptcy and paid for her own divorce and started over.KontrollerX said:Did she ever press charges against that piece of sh!t Penkitten?
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.
persistent exaction said:the wife was actually embarrassed that he was as AFC as he was. She felt sorry for him and how pathetic he was.
Either that or I play it a few hours on weekends to spend time with my brothers who live 4 hours away. Beware generalizations, you start to sound like an old man who is against that new telephone gadget young people are using nowadays.Rollo Tomassi said:Second Life, World of Warcraft, and any other MPORG are simply more Buffers to insulate guys from real rejection and supply women with the attention they constantly seek for affirmation.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Well, I don't know anyone who has a lot of endgame characters and who claims it's "all social", but I suppose it's possible. In the winter having an indoor pass time can be nice.Rollo Tomassi said:I'll worry less about coming off like that than the guy playing the 70th level, Night Elf Druid telling me he plays to keep in touch with family for a "few hours" on the weekend.
Rollo Tomassi said:We all have our escapes (myself included), it's when they become more appealing, comfortable and preferable to live in than reality that the problems start. Escapes are healthy, Buffers are handicaps.
synergy1 said:.... time from partying, friends, work, sports, drinking where I love to unwind, fire up some world of Warcraft and go pvp ...
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.
So this is never the other way around? Women are the ones in need of constant attention and affirmation?Rollo Tomassi said:Second Life, World of Warcraft, and any other MPORG are simply more Buffers to insulate guys from real rejection and supply women with the attention they constantly seek for affirmation.
You're right about MMORPGs being a buffer for guys who are only seeking an insulation from the real world. But I have a hard time believing that a woman joins something like WoW only because she seeks attention from other guys. Sure, there are probably some instances of it, but for the most part, people get engulfed in online video games because they are a vehicle for social interaction. Social interaction is what these obsessive types lack in real life.Rollo Tomassi said:Second Life, World of Warcraft, and any other MPORG are simply more Buffers to insulate guys from real rejection and supply women with the attention they constantly seek for affirmation.
If you spend a lot of time in PvP, I assumed you would recognize that.synergy1 said:I don't get it
My Bad, I gotcha now. I haven't played for a few months, so at this point, the lingo is foreign to mebigjohnson said:If you spend a lot of time in PvP, I assumed you would recognize that.
Translation: "Incoming hostiles in route to the Arathi Basin Gold Mine, we will be outnumbered, send reinforcements"
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.