"Why Women Dump the Guys Who Try the Hardest"

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.

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What would you do?

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I had a dream that made me think last night....



I won't get in the dream, but if you had to choice to Kill yourself, or let 5 other people die, assuming they were regular joe's, which would you choose?
 

"So, What Do You Do for Fun?"

She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.

Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.

The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.

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Honestly, let the 5 others die. I might put my life in jeopardy to save 5 others, but i wouldn't kill myself to spare 5 others!
 

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Originally posted by backbreaker
I had a dream that made me think last night....



I won't get in the dream, but if you had to choice to Kill yourself, or let 5 other people die, assuming they were regular joe's, which would you choose?
assuming they are "regular joes" as you say, and I don't personally know them, then it would be fine by me if they died.

I'm not inhumane...although, sometimes people I talk to / discuss with, have a hard time accepting my perspective that for one to gain, another has to lose. Therefore, for me to succeed, for example in the stock market (where I currently do have money), another couple of dudes will have to lose money. For me to get a job, another has to lose his job, or lose that opportunity. For me to find a girl, a guy is going to get kicked to the curb. For me to live, another will die...that's just the way the world works ...some people can't accept that...

not sure if that's what you were getting at, but I surely consider myself 20 steps ahead of the "average joe," so I wouldn't mind letting a couple of them die. If it was a few million people, then we'd be talking a complicated situation.

btw, please do explain the dream...(if you're willing)
 

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okay...


Well, it was kinda jacked up and didn't make much sense.

I had just won alot of money, like, alot of money, I think like $10 Million or something like that.

So I take my two best friends out and I let them buy whatever they want.

We are living the good life. So we go to this club, that now that I think about it had to be where I lived :confused: because it had my closet verbatium in the back.

For some reason< I had like 1 million dollars in my pocket :confused: ... I know that's impossible but hey it's a dream. And I look over and I see these two dudes with guns and they just reach in this guys' pockets and take everything out.

So I run to the back of the club, which happened to be my closet and I put my money in this bag that i keep all my cash in (looks exactly like the bag I use in real life)

So around 1 minute late I hear gun shots... but it's alot more than 2 guns, more like 20. So I am hiding in the closet hoping they don't come and get me or know anyone is back here. As soon as I said that, they bust down the door and put a gun to my head and made me walk out to the front of the building.


They had 4-5 people Tied up in chairs and said that they were going to kill eithe me, or them... So I told them to shoot them and they did and let me go.

pretty wierd
 

"I just moved here from Florida."

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.

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