My Name is Nobody
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If a chic asks you "what animal you would be and why"? What would a DJ say?
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.
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.
Michele said:a paladin.
noble, courageous, high charisma, and i'd ride her like a noble steed.
A paladin isn't an Animal. WTF? She'll think your uneducated.Michele said:a paladin.
noble, courageous, high charisma, and i'd ride her like a noble steed.
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.
DJDamage said:Her: So what animal would you be and why?
You: "I will be a C@CK because I like to be in control."
Her: "what???!!
You: "you know a c@ck which is also known as a rooster?! what were you thinking off??????"
Yea.... You would get shut down real bad for that..... You wouldn't even get to say rooster. Unless she is a huge Nympho then maybe but no just no.DJDamage said:Her: So what animal would you be and why?
You: "I will be a C@CK because I like to be in control."
Her: "what???!!
You: "you know a c@ck which is also known as a rooster?! what were you thinking off??????"
Call_Me_Daddy said:Mr. Nobody.
Step right this way.
Welcome to the ignore list. *click*
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Call_Me_Daddy said:Mr. Nobody.
Step right this way.
Welcome to the ignore list. *click*
then I was like...:crackup: :crackup:My Name is Nobody said:Who cares? Go to hell.
Then I was like....:rockon:All The Answers said:if a chick asks "why does some random guy who just joined this forum a few days ago post such a stupid thread?"
ValleyDJing said:3 things...
First I was like...:crackup:
then I was like...:crackup: :crackup:
Then I was like....:rockon:
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.