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.
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.
That's pretty cool because the writer is a woman. I wanted to see what you guys thought about that, are women all the same by default or is it just that the corruption of our culture(s) is so pervasive that it's really hard to find the "red pill women" like her? or some other viewpoint. I'd like to hear what people from all ages say about it.Mauser96 said:I am browsing the site now. After reading for 10 minutes, I think it is a GREAT site that is bang on. I will continue reading.
Here is a good example from the site.
http://www.thefemininewoman.com/2010/01/why-men-do-not-want-to-marry/
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.
But that's only if men let them get away with their sh!t. If we as a collective raise our standards to where they should be, those girls who can get by on their looks alone will end up miserable with some f@ggot AFC since no desirable man tolerates them. That's our part in it.Trump said:I think if Renee was better looking, she:
1) wouldn't have had the guy cheat on her
2) wouldn't develop a website on femininity
Everything in life is about how you look, how you can get to peoples emotions, how desperate you are, how much other people are willing to invest in you.
If Renee was married to a rich Saudi Prince, she wouldn't give a damn about helping her fellow female how to: understand a man" or "cope with relationships".
It's over compensation for things that have gone wrong in her life.
I don't get the point of your post.Trump said:I think if Renee was better looking, she:
1) wouldn't have had the guy cheat on her
2) wouldn't develop a website on femininity
......It's over compensation for things that have gone wrong in her life.
Care to elaborate?MidnightCity said:...but one thing to remember about even the most red pill women is that they are still functioning from a foundation of self-serving reality
Nah, leave em be.VladPatton said:We should get over there and start slingin some dıck
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.