sad but trueshe's saying "if I were the only one you were seeing, this would be every night" but we all know that's a lie.
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
sad but trueshe's saying "if I were the only one you were seeing, this would be every night" but we all know that's a lie.
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.
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.
Fvck that. If you're going to videotape anything it should be taking a load to the face or getting acupuncture up her dirtchute after a dirty sanchez.Serialized3 said:So you're saying "don't get laid where you live" then, eh?
Honestly man, this might just be the legal eagle in me, but you need to save the crazy texts and messages she keeps sending you, and maybe taking video of her if she comes over again. That way if she decides to press charges for you involving the dog or whatever or decides to cry rape, you'll have some evidence that shows she's the psycho stalker and not 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.
First lesson you must learn young asshopper: Stop watching so much fvcking Star Trek and reading so many comic books.ValleyDJing said:You took martial arts for 6 years man? I don't believe you! I thought martial artists had like a spidey sense when danger was approaching. You should have like done the matrix when the glass was flying at your head.
not recently... from the age of 9-14ish/15.. then it got in the way of high school basketball so I quit. but I can defend myself to the point where I'm not afraid of anyone.. but you still pick and choose your battles. The first thing they teach you, well not the first but one of the more important things, and anyone who has taken a martial arts class can vouch, is once you get to the point where you actually realize what you are capable of, to only use what you know to defend yourself.ValleyDJing said:You took martial arts for 6 years man? I don't believe you! I thought martial artists had like a spidey sense when danger was approaching. You should have like done the matrix when the glass was flying at your head.
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.
Agreed. Stronger, smarter, and more interesting. Makes you realize how great dogs are too.backbreaker said:what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
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.