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'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.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
And your teachers don't know why (or can't teach you why) you should read? :nervous:HandyAndy said:no highschool
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.
And our tax dollars are going to TRY to educate people like this?HandyAndy said:its a beginning of the year assignment, were suppoed to convince the teacher why we should or should not read, i dont need your useless help anymore
Maybe some people should stick to watching MTV.ElStud said:Wow, talk about a jerk, they try to help you and you lash out at them?
You still havnt answered what i needed, i dont care if you think my teacher cant teach me whats good about reading, thats not waht the topic is about, im done, i did it on my own cuz no one here can help me, im not lashing out on anybody, it just went downhill fast..:moon: :moon:Francisco d'Anconia said:And your teachers don't know why (or can't teach you why) you should read? :nervous:
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Reading is useful for...HandyAndy said:I need to write a page long essay on why we should read or not read and why? Any ideas, and real ideas?
not reading, thats for sure.Francisco d'Anconia said:So, anyone know what Brittany, Paris or Lindsay is up to these days?
Paris is actually doing society a favor for once! She's suing hallmark in federal court for using her likeness in "that's hot" birthday cards.Francisco d'Anconia said:So, anyone know what Brittany, Paris or Lindsay is up to these days?
"That's hot!!!"Play the Game said:Paris is actually doing society a favor for once! She's suing hallmark in federal court for using her likeness in "that's hot" birthday cards.
Getting rid of thrashy birthday cards with her likeness, AND punishing Hallmark, the inventor of such bu11sh1t holidays as sweetest day.
Two birds with one stone.
http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2007/0907072hallmark1.html
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.