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.
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.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Actually I get comments from a lot of people that I'm helping them, so before you accuse me of something, do us all a favor and take out that stick that is so far up your ass.Deus ex Pianoforte said:No you didn't, dude. I don't even know if you qualify as a troll, though...I mean, you got the post-per-day percentage and lack of usefulness on your side, but you're too obvious to really be considered undercover.
that was messed up man.reallyfreakinlost said:Actually I get comments from a lot of people that I'm helping them, so before you accuse me of something, do us all a favor and take out that stick that is so far up your ass.
Oh and by the way, that did happen, and I don't even know why I would make that up, I just yelled something, I didn't DO ANYTHING WITH THE GIRL. YOU FVCKING MORON, if I was bragging, I would say something like "I slept with Deus ex pianoforte's mom last night", but then again, I don't want to catch 193 diseases
Well sir, tell me, how is it messed up. Next time somebody accuses you of bragging, I'll be sure to tell you you're messed up.ValleyDJing said:that was messed up man.
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.
I have no problem with you defending yourself. but come on now...that was brutal. :crackup:reallyfreakinlost said:Well sir, tell me, how is it messed up. Next time somebody accuses you of bragging, I'll be sure to tell you you're messed up.
It's got you thinking about it hasn't it? Game, set and match to the girl.ziminxe79 said:I dont get it some girls wear thongs and then when they get something from the floor they put there hand back there!
udontknowme said:we wear thongs because they are more comfortable under pants. they dont get all bunched up and they don't leave lines. When we bend down, (since most of us wear the low rise pants because they are more comfortable and look better), the top of our underwear (thong) shows, so we cover it.
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.
I figured it would be for the same reason they cover the top of their shirt when they bend over to pick up something.ziminxe79 said:I dont get it some girls wear thongs and then when they get something from the floor they put there hand back there!
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.