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Congratulations.
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.
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.
Actually she is.Originally posted by diplomatic_lies
That's disgusting, you sicko. She's like 100 or something. Wyld could be your gram.
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.
I wouldn't be so quick to criticize anyone since you resemble an Elvis impersonator! :crackup:Originally posted by ~ªêQµïTª$~
aaaaaahhhhhh... alittle humour here is always good once in a while:crackup:
Now on a serious note...
CrotchSniffer: You are a sicko with some whack fetishes.. I mean... whats next? U wanna start sleeping with sheep?![]()
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Laterz...
I'm not 100...hell, I'm not even 40 yet.Originally posted by diplomatic_lies
That's disgusting, you sicko. She's like 100 or something. Wyld could be your gram.
Dont get so upset, honeypie. I will make amends...Originally posted by Wyldfire
Oh come on...tell the truth...you didn't dare get in the bed and just put my velvet zebra undies on your head. I heard you, woke up and chased your pimply a$$ out of my house with my 0-Cedar Angler Broom and beat you about the head with it about a half mile before you started to cry and beg for mercy.
You, Sniffy, are NOT the "DJ" you make yourself out to be!
And the only visit we're making to the justice 'o the peace is over that restraining order...
The only "head" you got that night was from my broom and those panties, and it was the "above the neck" variety. Oh, and for the record...the cops told me they had to use tweezers to collect Sniffer's DNA via a sperm sample. Apparently he feverishly masturbated into those panties he was wearing on his head. Oh, they said he had a shag carpet growing on his a$$, too.Originally posted by CrotchSniffer
Dont get so upset, honeypie. I will make amends...
Everybody, I was just kidding, Wyldfire actually gives pretty decent head, but then again, how can you not when you have no teeth?
Your pretty face was all over my carpet baby. I can't believe the sick, depraved things you do for fun! You can live in denial in front of these people, but I know I had a piece of your soul that night, when I entered your forbidden sanctums past the back door. I looked deep into your eyes, past all your defenses, that's when I knew you were the Dirty Sanchez type. And you kiss your mother with that same mouth!Originally posted by Wyldfire
The only "head" you got that night was from my broom and those panties, and it was the "above the neck" variety. Oh, and for the record...the cops told me they had to use tweezers to collect Sniffer's DNA via a sperm sample. Apparently he feverishly masturbated into those panties he was wearing on his head. Oh, they said he had a shag carpet growing on his a$$, too.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
Girl.... You cant say that based on ONE picture that you have seen of me... I have MANY dress codes and styles, I just so happened to be wearing clothes that resembled him at the time that I took that pictureOriginally posted by Wyldfire
I wouldn't be so quick to criticize anyone since you resemble an Elvis impersonator! :crackup:
You mean there's truth in this photo graphic evidence?Originally posted by ~ªêQµïTª$~
You cant say that based on ONE picture
Oh Crotch...you're just so silly. I played a cruel joke on you. I hired a female impersonator to pretend to be me and get it on with you. That wasn't really me and that wasn't really my cattle prod you were "violated" with. I was in the closet video-taping you. There's good news, though...Joey would love to see you again and he only costs twenty bucks! On top of that, I got $200 for that videotape from www.bizarrebuttboy.com!Originally posted by CrotchSniffer
Your pretty face was all over my carpet baby. I can't believe the sick, depraved things you do for fun! You can live in denial in front of these people, but I know I had a piece of your soul that night, when I entered your forbidden sanctums past the back door. I looked deep into your eyes, past all your defenses, that's when I knew you were the Dirty Sanchez type. And you kiss your mother with that same mouth!![]()
I'm being sarcastic and having fun with this thread, dude. Relax. You aren't a bad looking guy...I never said that. It was your hair, collar and sideburns that made you look like Elvis in that picture. I just say what I think. At least now you know NOT to wear that shirt with that hair and sideburns.Originally posted by ~ªêQµïTª$~
Girl.... You cant say that based on ONE picture that you have seen of me... I have MANY dress codes and styles, I just so happened to be wearing clothes that resembled him at the time that I took that picture![]()
And in case you never realised, i WAS joking when i said the thing about the sheep ( :crackup: ), no need to start getting personal:nono: :trouble:
Laterz...
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
lol.... funny how when i send that pic to other girls they dont leave me alone afterwards?Originally posted by Wyldfire
I'm being sarcastic and having fun with this thread, dude. Relax. You aren't a bad looking guy...I never said that. It was your hair, collar and sideburns that made you look like Elvis in that picture. I just say what I think. At least now you know NOT to wear that shirt with that hair and sideburns.
Hehe there's a high demand for that position too aequitas! Male stirppers make a bundle here in vegas. Concidering how many bachelorette parties are thrown here every year, there's a serious shortage of male entertainment!Originally posted by ~ªêQµïTª$~
lol PRMoon... For 200 000 American Dollars a year I'll work as a male stripper!![]()
Laterz...
Yeah, well a lot of girls think Elvis is "sexay"...Originally posted by ~ªêQµïTª$~
lol.... funny how when i send that pic to other girls they dont leave me alone afterwards?But hey... I admitt though, Its not the best pic and it DOES make me look like Elvis
.... When i get my new port folio made i'll send u some PROPER pics
:yes: Now go on and go make CrotchSniffer like a good "wife" :crackup:
[EDIT] I meant "wife to BE"
Laterz...
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.