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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
You and Ruckus are the parasites.donjuanjovi said:I agree. It would be more accurate to call it a parasite.
Because they're mindless, little fags, who thinks it's cool to say gross shyt while hidning behind a computer.JLW said:How can you call a BABY a "parasite" or "cancer"? IT'S A ****IN HUMAN BEING
I wouldnt run a mile. You have to take responsibility in life.The_Reaper said:Raise the kid - take "responsibility"?
Run a mile?
Discuss if she would consider an abortion?
(My GF is not pregnant but the fear of it happening is always on the back of my mind, though I always use condoms, no exceptions)
Discuss.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
There are good women out there. Just go and find yourself one. A woman in love will do a lot for you, from your post I'd say you have yet to exerience this.Lol yeah okay. I feel what you are saying, but this is 2007 not 1937. Women are not submissive, supportive, kind, caring, anymore, at least not most of them. You better lose that "Be A Father" crap and learn how to pull out fast, and if you get a chick pregnant PUSH PUSH PUSH for the abortion. Push hard as fvck.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
yes. cool uh?Ask yourself this question Blusher. If you were stuck 100 miles out and it's 4 in the morning, it's a snow blizzard outside, would that chick come and pick you up?
Dude. You're all forgetting a great alternative...The_Reaper said:Raise the kid - take "responsibility"?
Run a mile?
Discuss if she would consider an abortion?
(My GF is not pregnant but the fear of it happening is always on the back of my mind, though I always use condoms, no exceptions)
Discuss.
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.
Or just get a vasectomy.PheonixUK said:I am quite scared of this happening
Perhaps I should date someone more liberal
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.