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Don Juan
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Found her okcupid account, took screenshots of her slutty question/answers, emailed them to her dad.
What happens next?
What happens next?
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.
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.
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.
I dunno, at least for them to have some sort of argumentWhat happens next? Nothing. WTF are you expecting? An email from him stating what a great son-in-law you would have been if she wasn't a wh0re? Won't happen. Let it go and move on.
He's on her side, not yours. They're likely laughing at your dumb ass. You cannot win this one. Go meet some other women and forget about her.I dunno, at least for them to have some sort of argument
This. Wtf?You should be thoroughly embarrassed and ashamed for that blatant display of faggotry and b*cthassness.
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.
You can get in good with dad if they didn't raise her to be that way. I've been in a similar situation.I don't care, just a sociopathic experiment to see if anything happens lol
Maybe that is OP's strategy.You can get in good with dad if they didn't raise her to be that way. I've been in a similar situation.
He needs to show her in dangerous situations or her being taken terrible advantage of. It will break dads heart even if he knows she does ****.Maybe that is OP's strategy.
He doesn't have to disown her. Simply let her know the error of her ways.An experiment? No, you wanted her Dad to disown her or some sh!t, you sociopath. Guess what, the world doesn't revolve around you.
It's none of butt-hurt OP's concern.He doesn't have to disown her. Simply let her know the error of her ways.
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.
WTF...are you trying to bang the dad or something?You can get in good with dad if they didn't raise her to be that way.
you don't do this to bang the dad. you also don't do it to necessarily get her back. you do it out of respect as a man, knowing they didn't raise the daughter like that and she's allowing her self to be used badly and putting herself in dangerous situations. so if the family wants to do something about it, they can. it's not tattle telling, it's helping a friend get off a destructive path.WTF...are you trying to bang the dad or something?
Banging her mom, sure, maybe. But going after the dad? Dang dude...
So you are white knighting for Dads now?you don't do this to bang the dad. you also don't do it to necessarily get her back. you do it out of respect as a man, knowing they didn't raise the daughter like that and she's allowing her self to be used badly and putting herself in dangerous situations. so if the family wants to do something about it, they can. it's not tattle telling, it's helping a friend get off a destructive path.
Insecure move? Probably so, but I could imagine some scenarios where I would do this.So you are white knighting for Dads now?
Hilarious.
This was nothing but a butt-hurt chode move. Stop trying to spray paint a turd orange and calling it sherbet.
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.