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.
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.
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.
Just remember that people at church are still people. But they are at least people who have taken the first step at wanting to find a purpose for life. And many times, you'll have to be beaten and broken down to your knees to ever truly take that step. All that to say, that church girls, at least single middle-aged ones, may not be what you think they are. If your target is early 20s types, then maybe they are.Desdinova said:I'm kinda on a break until my divorce is finished. However, I'm not going to throw away a lay that falls into my lap.
For a couple of years now, I've been thinking about doing some church sarging. I don't believe in God by any means, but my theory is any women who were raised with the Bible's teachings on how a woman should behave will be of much higher quality. Just gotta watch out for the nutty zealots.
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.
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.
Why? Is it personal?sharkbeat said:I am in a very awkward state right now that I havent gone out to "meet" women for this past year. I kind-of not wanting to relate to them. If you want seks, you would need to chat them up, call them, set up dates, and ****, I just dont want to go throught that right now.
For me it was temporary insanity. I was in my early thirties and had been dumped by a woman I was nuts about because I would not leave the Army and was stationed in Europe... Met a Scotish girl and married. HUGE mistake but got two great kids out of the deal.Tenacity said:Lol, man why do you guys still get married? Can someone please explain it to me....I'm lost....
You know in your 20s, you would go out to meet girls. Why do you go to bars? Meet chicks. The sole reason of you leaving your home is to meet chicks. That's what 20s are like, at least for me.Rainman4707 said:Why? Is it personal?
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.