Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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.
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.
It depends on a lot of things.night56 said:Would you be her boyfriend he she like you alot?
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*spits water all over the place laughing*:crackup: :crackup: :crackup:ryannath said:If I was stranded on a desert island with just me and her there and no one else, i would not touch the woman. I would rather jerk off than have her 300 lbs of flab all over me jiggling like jello. Fvcking gross lol.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
I agree. If you like someone just do it. Why the f*ck would you care what random people think on the internet? If I like a girl and my friends (I mean real life, not you guys) don't, I say to hell with them. I run my life exclusively! There is no board of trustees who all get to vote on my actions. What I want to do is what I want to do. Suggestions are appreciated but my vote counts as 100% of the action.amoka said:What is all the post of "would you married this....." "would you be her this...." If you have interest in her, why don't you just go and do you thing with her... and seize posting irrelevant threads.
Birds of the same feather flies together. Check his help me loose 10lb post.night56 said:Would you be her boyfriend he she like you alot?
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But if you were stranded on a desert Island, wouldn't you want a relatively quick death?ryannath said:If I was stranded on a desert island with just me and her there and no one else, i would not touch the woman. I would rather jerk off than have her 300 lbs of flab all over me jiggling like jello. Fvcking gross lol.
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.
ryannath said:If I was stranded on a desert island with just me and her there and no one else, i would not touch the woman. I would rather jerk off than have her 300 lbs of flab all over me jiggling like jello. Fvcking gross lol.
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.