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.
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.
Well, at least you sign off with a more appropiate signature, "homo," much more fitting than Starman. So "homo," you still haven't responded to the fact that you called a man HOT! Admit it, you're gay. And don't talk about p*ssy, the only thing you know about p*ssy is that you're allergic to it. Once again, I reprint you're quote about you mistaking a man for a chick and exclaiming how she's hot and you want to pimp her (him). See downstairs.Originally posted by Starman
Ohh look! MVPlaya has mastered tha art of posting multicolored fruit art!
D00d How did you get soo talented? was it the rainbow colored fecal sea biscuits you ingested at birth?
Unlike some scrotum afficianado's here..I care very little to prove my "game" ..pvssy for me comes and goez..and I give what advice I can
In the mean time..put a couple clothespins around your nipples, dab in a little salt..and call me when you can hear sirens chirping around your ears
later
homo
Posted here: http://www.sosuave.com/vBulletin/showthread.php?s=&postid=357068#post357068Originally posted by StarFAG
damn that chick is HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You think she would fall for Dj techniques?
What is your obsession with men. I accuse you of being gay and rather than addressing it you burst out with your sexual fantasies about my nipples. I'm telling you, call Zephyre, he'll give you all the man-on-man loving you will need. StarFAG, mice like p*ssy better than you do.Originally posted by StarFAG
In the mean time..put a couple clothespins around your nipples, dab in a little salt..and call me when you can hear sirens chirping around your ears
Originally posted by MVPlaya
What is your obsession with men. I accuse you of being gay and rather than addressing it you burst out with your sexual fantasies about my nipples. I'm telling you, call Zephyre, he'll give you all the man-on-man loving you will need.
How much action do I get? It's ridiculous the action i get.Originally posted by MVPlaya
We've noticed. All your stupid sh*t sounds like something a fifth grader would say. Yo, Rainman, your rants suck.
Hmmm... here's a guy whose location is ?HELL? and his age ?69?. How much action do you get Zeph, have you ever pissed in your mom's ass? I bet that donkey you keep fantasizing about made you choke on his **** while he bit off yours, you dirty little faggot. About grabbing me, don't get to excited, if you get a little too close to me I might just have to smack you around like the little ***** you are. Stick to your farm animals and ass-pissing rituals, this forum is a little too advanced for you.
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.
LOL...yeah too much free time with just me and my hands...thank god for America where you can start a business and spend your down time between clients posting your knowledge at Playaz University and argueing with the bone heads of sosymp.Originally posted by DJ Logic
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Oh I forgot to list the Worlds Worst Posters:
Shorty Brown - You have the intelligence of a small rock.
darkfalcon - you make Shorty look like einstein!
iqqi - we all know you are a man already. you are fooling no one.
PlayerSupreme - you never shut up! too much free time on your hands huh?
honorable mention goes to:
Ice Cold, Demon, icepick and Sexy Malibu
Now if you don't want my attention then why are you seeking it by posting a post just about me...I guess it's all about me huh...then like a bytch you want to play games and say ya don't want it...Originally posted by Zephyrus
Player_Supreme
Wouldn't clues have more room to fit in your head if you got rid of some of the shyt in there? Don't mention me in your posts even if it makes you feel closer to me.
I can't even quote you cause you talk to freaking much and it looks to me like YOU want me in your fantasies. I don't putt from the Ruff if ya know what I’m sayin... I dig the PUSS-AY!
As far as I'm concerned I see no apology necessary... I forgive you.
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.
Does that sound like an attention getter... Was it not you that sought out to mention me in YOUR post? Are you getting sweet on me? Im spoken for sport... Maybe try to enliven your own style, I mean deflection only travels so far, and then it just begins to look like denial.Originally posted by Player_Supreme
Now if you don't want my attention then why are you seeking it by posting a post just about me...I guess it's all about me huh...then like a bytch you want to play games and say ya don't want it...
well I don't want it and that's a fact.
I guess my anti gay comments are getting to ya huh Zephy...and what kind a name is Zephrus...is that anything like papyrus?? a paper...well I'm the stick of dynamite in this game about to blow your paper spine all to pieces.
sorry your flame sucked...it's not worth any more of my time pal.
cya... and definetely wouldn't wanna be ya
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.
Well I'm not going to flame you... I am home today from my business...yes I do own it. I am working online at the moment but I leave this internet explorer up for cheap entertainment like you and those other fools.Originally posted by Cogent Ops.
Damn player supreme... how many hours have you spent on this thread?
I haven't read a single post of yours, but I'm going to flame you anyways.
Get a ****ing life man...
Stop sissy fighting...Originally posted by Cogent Ops.
Damn player supreme... how many hours have you spent on this thread?
I haven't read a single post of yours, but I'm going to flame you anyways.
Get a ****ing life man...
Originally posted by Zephyrus
Player_Supreme
I figured you'd pull my post...
You mistakenly thought I was attacking you when I said:
"LOL!
I have no comment to this thread. I'm trying to stay positive."
But I was giving you compliments...
I am well aware of the difference between attacking someone and complimenting someone, and i am also aware of that compliment.
I also supported you on another thread:
1. I agree with most of what Zephrus is saying.
I guess you forgot about the faggot guy posting his not liking women anymore..
I am aware of this also.
Your actually begginning to sound a little gay to me:
And let me guess, your panties are getting wet... well like I told you earlier, you're barking up the wrong tree.
How many times do I have to slap you down before you stay down? Try hitting with your fists you fight like a ****ing grrl....
If pity for tired old farts set out to pasture was an emotion of which I was capable, I'd be crying my ****ing eyes out.
Actually,
Player_Supreme... Your alright man, yer a funny guy. I've read a zillion of your posts, and although LOOOOng. Very good. Anyway... props to ya, it's been fun.
I hope this Helps.
Zephyrus
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.