ImTheDoubleGreatest!
Master Don Juan
No this is not a troll.
Yes there is a right answer
and it isn't hard to guess either.
Yes there is a right answer
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 asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.
This. This is the right answer. I don't even need a reason to be awesome/great/amazing/whatever. I just am simply because I'm me. I'm awesome just cuz.noobolgy said:Because your you?
And this right here, this is the way everyone should feel. The mentality we all should have. Confidence, happiness, success, luck, etc. --- all of those string off of how you feel. If someone else just so happens to be the greatest right along side of you, then you make yourself the double greatest. And be happy for your friend who is also the greatest too or you will spend time trying to subconsciously bring him/her down, which restricts your awesomeness abilities and your greatness.( . )( . ) said:Is it because you're half as awesome as me?
And this is partially why I am the way I am. The way I look at it, it's like this:Mike32ct said:Because you're the prize, and you're assuming value
Sadly no, but I wish I was......Espi said:Is it because you are Muhammad Ali?
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.
But then tell me, oh wise one, what must I do when I am always up? And am constantly on the rise as well. What then? Do I simply not advise others as to how to feel the same way I do?sylvester the cat said:This thread reminds me of a bi-polar flat mate I once had. When he was up the whole world had to know about it and when he was down the whole world was down with him.
It is not for nothing that wise people advocate the middle path.
A different flat-mate told me the secret to his 'success' (he was a part-time chef with a drinking problem). He said he thought of himself as Jose Mourinho did aka The Special One. I asked him what happened when he happened upon another person who also thought of himself as The Special One? He didn't give me an answer.ImTheDoubleGreatest! said:But then tell me, oh wise one, what must I do when I am always up? And am constantly on the rise as well. What then? Do I simply not advise others as to how to feel the same way I do?
I feel that it is my duty that I should. Not tell everyone about how I feel, but tell them why I feel the way I do, so that they too can become like me.
Delusions of grandeur. :crazy:sylvester the cat said:A different flat-mate told me the secret to his 'success' (he was a part-time chef with a drinking problem). He said he thought of himself as Jose Mourinho did aka The Special One. I asked him what happened when he happened upon another person who also thought of himself as The Special One? He didn't give me an answer.
That flat was not big enough for two Special Ones. He moved out first.
Not exactly setting the bar too high, are you?ImTheDoubleGreatest! said:This. This is the right answer. I don't even need a reason to be awesome/great/amazing/whatever. I just am simply because I'm me. I'm awesome just cuz.
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.
That may be true but who cares what they think anyway. Like my brother always says "They're just jealous" :rock:zinc4 said:i always view myself as the best, although others don't always agree....
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.