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.
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.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
Yeah...and somehow she'll believe that her email that was posted word for word magically appeared on the internet....Deny deny deny
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.
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
...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?
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.
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.