"She Liked You in March. It's October Now."
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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"Why Women Dump the Guys Who Try the Hardest"
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.
CableLight
Master Don Juan
If one of us has the chance of hooking up with a hot girl who has an undesirable friend, one of the rest of us is obligated to step in and "take one for the team" by occupying the beast-friend in some way.
For instance - About a month ago, I was at a party and this situation came up. I lost the Rock-Paper-Scissors battle to see who has to distract the other girl (this b!tch was heinous), and it totally sucked. My friend didnt even hook up with the hot girl, so I spent a solid hour and a half talking with her friend who wouldn't stop going on and on about her views on politics. Barf.
My buddy bought me a six-pack the next day for the effort, so I guess it wasnt a total loss. The moral of this story is that - if you have someone there who's got your back and helps ya out - pay them back
InsidiousNstinct
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Patrick124
Master Don Juan
as for wingmen..dunno, it boosts my confidence, I cna't approach groups alone. But then most of my would-be-wingmen are ****blockers when the time comes to get ass.
i'mt rying out a new guy tomorrow as my wingman, mall approaches. hopefully he doesnt' ****up[ahem: but he did tell a girl that i was pissed because he accidentally erased her # from my cell, and now shes beign a *****.]
"She's Out of Your League"
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.
Microphone Fiend
Master Don Juan
I got a wingman and a wingwoman at a party the other day and both of them weren't good for me.
The girl was drunk and when we entered a four set she immediately started talking about how pretty the girl was and some other sh!t...I busted on her like she was a lesbian and then her phone went off and I was left to entertain the masses myself.
The guy wing went up to try and work the set without me
He said that he had a friend downstairs that looks just like him that they should meet or something, lol. Apparently that didn't work either because they didn't come downstairs.IMO, a wingman is just as the commerical for beers implies. A guy who runs interference while the guy can work his game free of distractions