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.
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.
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.
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.
I think they mean the show as a whole.Deus ex Pianoforte said:Oh c'mon now. Joey on Friends was a DJ to the core. And how can you call Kramer and Jerry Seinfeld AFC's? Kramer did what we want, whenever he wanted, with no apologies. Jerry pulled a new woman every other day.
Deus ex Pianoforte said:And how can you call Kramer and Jerry Seinfeld AFC's? Kramer did what we want, whenever he wanted, with no apologies. Jerry pulled a new woman every other day.
How in the fvck can you say Jerry and Kramer are minor characters? They were the life blood of the show.Call_Me_Daddy said:I think they mean the show as a whole.
There are exceptions to every rule. Also, those are the minor charaters in BOTH shows.
I'd also like to add that 70s show.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Jerry was a hack. Sorry. His acting sucked ass especially with that whiny voice he always had.KarmaSutra said:How in the fvck can you say Jerry and Kramer are minor characters? They were the life blood of the show.
80s show? What the hell?That 70's show belongs in the trashbin next to that 80's show. Complete drivel.