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.
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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
I don't know which elementary school you went to, but "young and innocent" I would not say.Vitanoid said:I wouldn't mind kissing an elementary school girl. Young and innocent...mmm...
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.
yeah bro totallyVitanoid said:I wouldn't mind kissing an elementary school girl. Young and innocent...mmm...
haha yeah bro i know exactly what your saying.TheEnergizer said:huffman, lol i was the exact same way, player in elementary school, then during middle school i took a 180 degree turn. wtf is up with puberty man. a bunch of younger kids i know like my cousins and stuff are always fun and dont have all these social boundaries and such. you noticed that?
then in middle school society turns you into a total wuss, you start respecting peoples boundaries, behave properly, care about what people think of you, and a bunch of dumb **** like that. you start to become shy (unlike in elementary school, shy kids in elementary school are much more rare than in middle school) and you turn into a *****. then in high school you realize that youre doing something wrong and you try to go back to being interesting again, usually succesfully, but still, it takes some time out of your life.
remember in elementary school when you used to play tag and talk to all the girls without a problem? you could hug em and play with em and the only thing to be afraid of was cooties. maybe you start turning into a loser when you start liking girls, and start being afraid of doing something to drive them away, or something. or maybe its society telling you to behave yourself and respect peoples boundaries.
whatever it is, its bullsh*t. i spent the former part of the last 3-5 years having all these fears of girls. it took some drastic sh*t to undo some of those new fears when in elementary school girls were all over me, before i even starting liking them as more than buddies. now im fine.. but still, anyone else think that its bullsh*t?
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.
BS your only 16TheEnergizer said:i of course dont need this site anymore, but i still visit once in a while just to see what people talking about.
its okay, he's just trying to pull you back into the barrel...just go. I'm only here for the entertainment.TheEnergizer said:of course i have a lot to learn, i just said i didnt need THIS SITE anymore, since ive pretty much read all the important stuff on here already. i still need experience like you said. i just said im pretty natural at the whole thing now and im not a complete idiot when it comes to it. im off to a good start, the rest will just take experience. this site doesnt give that. thats why i said im pretty much done looking at this site. everything else i will learn on my own over time.
and i never said or insinuated i was better than everyone else... i just stated the facts. you dont have to believe me, what do i care, i dont even know you.
maybe it was when i stated i was 'at the top'? how bout i rephrase, 'on top', as in 'im back on top of things and got my life together again'. thats kinda what i meant. im not comparing myself to people. never do, and didnt intend to. i was really just comparing myself to myself, my main point being that i had a low point in middle school but worked my way back to my own standard. i dont worry about other peoples personal standards, and understand that everyone has low points, and skills in different areas. people arent equal or inequal. theyre just different, thats all, and one shouldnt compare one to another. i can compare myself though, which was what i was doing, from now to back when i was in middle school. and all i can say is im glad because im on better footing now than i was before. whoo.