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.
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.
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.
That is a keeper right ther man lol. Awesomesca_p said:I don't hit on other girls anymore because I have a girlfriend, but a lot of guys hit on her and she has some good stories. Once she was at IHOP or something and the waiter kept flirting with her. When he asked her how she wanted her eggs, she said "unfertilized", and when she left the tip she also left a condom on the table with a note "so, in the event that you get to talk to a real, live woman, you don't jizz on her pancakes."
Another time we were taking a walk through town and this guy starts hitting on her right in front of me (wtf), trying to be all suave, and she turned to him and said, "The only reason you approached me at all is because you think I'm hot. If I was ugly you wouldn't even look at me. You have no interest whatsoever in my personality and worth as a human being. And you have the nerve to think I'd leave my boyfriend of three years for you...so that makes you both shallow and arrogant. NO, I will not go out with you, NO, I will not sleep with you, YES, you can go away now." :crackup:
God, I love her.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
:crackup: :crackup: :crackup:evasive said:some b.itch told me her number was 3
after a short conversation i asked her her phone number and the trick said 3
Awww, did the poor girl hurt your feelings? Do you need a hug??eko said:i said something like flirtacious to a girl (who always flirts with me like real hard) and she goes
"wow a little escandaloso? dont abuse our mutual flirting-ness. i don't like you that much"
then i just told her to go do it with some other tool. she never gets any guys. no wonder. i always knew she was really immature but i never knew how to like fix it.
All women are attention "vampires". It's your own damn fault for not escalating to see where you stand. It's like playing poker...if you just sit there scared and don't raise, you have no idea of how strong your hand is, so you just get suckered along in the pot until you either cave and fold or lose all your money and get beat.Heman6 said:hmm...don't have any bad flat out rejection stories. But I have dealt with a couple of attention craving *****es who just string you along and are vague in telling you were you stand. It's a complete waste of time, though not for them as their getting their fix; attention vampires.
Whatever. You can't get a disease by talking to them. Running game on strippers, for example, is a good exercise. 1) they're usually very attractive women so you get to deal with your sexual nervousness and 2) they're NOT going to hook up with you, they expect you to know that, so there's no "threat of rejection".MarkR said:This was not exactly a rejection - I was having a good time with a couple of girls only to find out that they were prosti$tues. I mean for real. It is actually my worst nightmare to hit on a prosti$tue, this is what makes me hesistant to approach.
Oh well, it was elementary school. Get over it. If I had a dollar for every time I was rejected at elementary school age, I could've retired by 6th grade. I can see where it'd hurt. Get over it.Crank_It_Up said:it was either first or second grade, I told this hottie I liked her and she said "just because you like me doesn't mean I have to like you". Reality struck hard... I felt bad for a day or two, after that, it wasn't so bad.
The more you approach, the better you can read these girls. I bet you'd be able to tell the next one you run into. I cold approached some girl at school. It was cool cause I got to work on my game, but then I went to a bar and saw her on the corner. ROFL. she told me not to tell anyone at school.MarkR said:This was not exactly a rejection - I was having a good time with a couple of girls only to find out that they were prosti$tues. I mean for real. It is actually my worst nightmare to hit on a prosti$tue, this is what makes me hesistant to approach.
LMAO!! :crackup: Sounds like you got a keeper theresca_p said:I don't hit on other girls anymore because I have a girlfriend, but a lot of guys hit on her and she has some good stories. Once she was at IHOP or something and the waiter kept flirting with her. When he asked her how she wanted her eggs, she said "unfertilized", and when she left the tip she also left a condom on the table with a note "so, in the event that you get to talk to a real, live woman, you don't jizz on her pancakes."