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?
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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
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.
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.
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.
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*
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.
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:
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.