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.
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.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
I'm calling bull**** on this one. You guys aren't developed enough at that age to have sex. Can you even get a boner at 7?Repentance said:When I was about 7yrs old to a girl in the neighborhood (age6 at that time).
I can't really rate her back then since we were both young; but she is about a 9-9.5 now. She's 18 now, haven't gotten a chance to fcuk her ever since, because we moved apart but I am in contact with her family,etc.
No, I am nor immorally raised. My family and relatives all are highly educated and respected people. This "act" had happened when we had played "doctor doctor" as children did back then.
Weird, cool, you decide. But I swear its true, lol.
Edit: we had sex a total of about 6 times including after her mother found out. But then my family and I moved away and it ended. Once a threesome could've taken place, but her friend (girl) just watched me do her but never joined nor did I ask her (regret . Since the friend is superhot now).
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.
Hahaha...even I was thinking the same. Anyway, age 23 to HB6 (then 15)...But it was not that impressive!BwanaKuu said:I'm calling bull**** on this one. You guys aren't developed enough at that age to have sex. Can you even get a boner at 7?
Yeah, I got my first boner at 6 or 7, don't remember exactly but I did have some boners at a single-digit age.BwanaKuu said:I'm calling bull**** on this one. You guys aren't developed enough at that age to have sex. Can you even get a boner at 7?
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.