Has anyone ever gotten busted by their girl who found their blogs on a site like this? Will she think we are just "playing games" and being manipulative? Not that this has ever happened to me... and no honey, you don't look fat in that dress.
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.
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.
Yeah...and somehow she'll believe that her email that was posted word for word magically appeared on the internet....Deny deny deny
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.
my ex new about this website. I told her I used to be a loser then she said "what happend?" and i told her about it... then we sat down and read stuff together.ValleyDJing said:Bump. I was kinda wondering about that sort of thing too. Not even necessarily your girlfriend. My guess is any chick that finds out you've been posting here would consider you a big loser. So how would you combat that?
That's pretty cool, what happened to her?my ex new about this website. I told her I used to be a loser then she said "what happend?" and i told her about it... then we sat down and read stuff together.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
...Unregistered said:Is loreocookie your gf?
How did you guess? Hopefully she still is. What gave it away? That she was the first Don Juan to ever use the expression "hurt her feelings"?Unregistered said:Is loreocookie your gf?
I know this site isn't for losers. But for somebody who's never heard of it...xomel said:my ex new about this website. I told her I used to be a loser then she said "what happend?" and i told her about it... then we sat down and read stuff together.
if this website is associated with loser then WTF are you doing here? thats like being a fake DJ.
nice sig though, it made me chuckle :rock:
I am NOT like that!loreocookie said:How about by apologizing for not only rating her, but posting it online?
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.
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.