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.
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.
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.
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.
Le Parisien said:I would rather sleep with a thin 45 year old woman than a fat chick... Say "NO" to fat chicks!:kick:
This coming from a guy who exclusively goes for the twenty something young girls...![]()
Well in the UK the sizes differ. So a 6-8 is more like your 3-5typical said:Ok size 3-5 = small skinny girl flat chested to a size a bra, small and petite you can bounce her all night long, but she might feel a bit boney to you.
Size 6 = the wonder size, girls look damn hot in this size everyone knows that they are, just skinny enough and have just the right amount of curves, its these girls that turn you rock hard at a moments notice, most of them have A-B size bras some C's but thats rare and hot property.
Size 8-10 = 8 aint that bad looking a bit chubby but you cant tell at all, 10 just a little bit bigger not that much and if she's tall then she'll look normal as hell, they normally have C size bras.
Reread my post buddy, I said "thin 45 year old woman", the stress is put on "thin"...Vince said:a 45 year old fat chick?
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.
Dude, that was a golden opportunity to lose your virginity without having to worry about what the broad thought of your performance.Luke Skywalker said:In my mind I would, but in practise, I had an opportunity to seriously go after a FUG I meet from the internet, and actually passed it earlier this year. She was open to all my sexual fantasies, but I flaked out.
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.