avrilishot
Senior Don Juan
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me I bought the new Tool cd. I guess its pretty decent. how about u?
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
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.
Hey, what are the songs on that album...?Create Reality said:I bought a paul oakenfold mix from over ten years ago, titled Perfection. It's old school electronica, trance, house, and all vocals and its okay.
Hella yea. It's frickrn sickwhatdude said:I wait for my friends to buy them, then i burn them. I just burned the new Chili Pepperrs cd, Stadium Arcadium. Fvckin sweet.
Later
How so? What you mean like the emo pop s*it thats all over?Dimebag_Darrell said:In my opinion real rock is dying.
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.
I don't know man... I thought Lateralus was pretty good, but I didn't enjoy it as much as Aeinma and the new CD. A lot of people I've talked to are on the fence with the new CD, but personally I ****ing love it.Dimebag_Darrell said:That new Tool album just isnt as good as Lateralus imo.
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.
I'll definitely look out for it.Dimebag_Darrell said:and Motorhead lots and lots of motorhead!
If you like Pink Floyd a lot you need to check out this band called Porcupine Tree . they're like a new Pink Floyd, younger, trippier, and make just damn good foot tapping music. I cant beliebe they arent being played on the radio, their songs are catchy as hell.
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.