PuertoRican_Lover
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I know none of the Artists or songs listed on this entire thread! Is this good or bad! 
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'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.
LOL If you are being serious: You prolly just have a different taste in music that's all.I know none of the Artists or songs listed on this entire thread! Is this good or bad!
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.
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.
Same here... sadly.. Most of them are rap... Actually I know the artists not the songs... I hate rap besides Eminem. I can dance to it, but listening just makes me tired. It all sounds so stupid. Same with Action Movies, they put me to sleep... I can only watch indies that carry subliminal points and now I'm actually driffting back to books again. T.V.'s getting really borring... I'm reading Dante again... Besides Eminem I enoy theI know none of the Artists or songs listed on this entire thread! Is this good or bad
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.
Hahaha...That might be true of mainstream rap. I personally left the mainstream a long time ago. Listen to some Aesop Rock, Dizzee Rascal, MF Doom, or Murs...Makes Em look like Vanilla Ice.Originally posted by Capi Crimini
I got out of rap because there's not that much original kick ass lyrics going on.
I've known about Underground **** for a while... I've been listening to it on and off for two years now...Listen to some Aesop Rock, Dizzee Rascal, MF Doom, or Murs...
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.