Solomon
Master Don Juan
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GLORY AWAITS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GLORY AWAITS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
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.
Man I wish I was in Miami....squirrels said:You in Miami, Solo?
I NEED to get back "in the field"...just seems like there's always something else to do.![]()
I hear you. I don't get out on Friday's because I usually climb on Saturday mornings, and I have to work this Saturday night.Solomon said:Man I wish I was in Miami....
lol
I'm going out tonight but the weather is ****ty
You hear a lot about how much game has helped some guys.Squirrels said:I think I make women nervous when I run "hard game". And then when I try to re-assure them by just being cool, they take it as a sign of weakness.
The middle-ground is something of a tightrope
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.
Online game comes down to Good Pics+non-creepy profile/vibe+ rapid escalation=successsquirrels said:I hear you. I don't get out on Friday's because I usually climb on Saturday mornings, and I have to work this Saturday night.
I've been using the Internet...but it's hit-and-miss. I've met a couple who seem like they're gonna be cool...and they let me down.
I think I make women nervous when I run "hard game". And then when I try to re-assure them by just being cool, they take it as a sign of weakness.
The middle-ground is something of a tightrope.![]()
I wish there were more "rooftops" around here...I love to have a drink outside in the open air.Solomon said:Online game comes down to Good Pics+non-creepy profile/vibe+ rapid escalation=success
If your not meeting the chick within 5 days, your wasting your time(unless she lives out of town)
Didn't go out on friday was to tired.
Went out Saturday to a rooftop get together then out to the bars with my buddy and his friends nothing noteworthy to FR about
squirrels said:I wish there were more "rooftops" around here...I love to have a drink outside in the open air.![]()
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.