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My mother is a nutcase (literally), was extremely hard being raised by someone so volatile with no father and no siblings to take some of the mental strain off me. Rarely talk now, only out of necessity.
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.
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.
Nah you gotta have kids, three. One for you, one for your wife and one for your country. Cant let the stupid breed the smart out.dietzcoi said:OK, I hope these responses convince a lot of you NOT to have children or at least not to have children with the WRONG person.
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.
The pattern is that most guys on here have AFC parents who raised, or attempted to raise AFC children. The vast majority of guys here aren't/weren't natural-born DJs who were raised in a household with a healthy dose of masculinity. If they were, they wouldn't be here.Zwitterion said:I'm starting to see a pattern here,
alot of the people here who preach the whole 'women are weak, men are dominant' or 'women are sluts, treat them as such' philosophies seem to have terrible relationships with their mothers.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
You mean "crappy dads". Yes, I think it's the same.....Don't know if you ever saw that thread about Jenna Jameson (with the vids - search if you didn't). That just proves it.diplomatic_lies said:Isn't that the same deal with women who get raised by crappy parents? And they become slvts or hookers?