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.
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.
Haha,its not just what HB10s admire its what EVERYONE admires about me. Im 18,just became a real estate agent,am in shape and I never settle for anything then the best. Two people in the past week have come up to me and commented to me on how I always do what I say,unlike alot of people in society.2c2bt said:This question is for DJs that get lots of hot girls.
What is it that hot HB-10 models admire about you?
Why do they love being around you so much, and want to have sex with you so often?
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.
The girls who know me (mostly girls I've dated or my current, or some of friends' girlfriends) praise me in all sorts of areas, just about every area each respective person would know about... sometimes to the point where it's creepy. On the other side of the token, most girls I don't know (strangers in public) rarely even notice me at all.2c2bt said:This question is for DJs that get lots of hot girls.
What is it that hot HB-10 models admire about you?
Why do they love being around you so much, and want to have sex with you so often?
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.