taiyuu_otoko
Master Don Juan
Watch your step...
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.
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.
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.
Beats squatting to p!ss as you progressives would have it, fruit loop.There's your idyllic libertarian world of the future - we'll all be walking through sh!t. Government regulation and intervention is the only way to fix the problem.
https://www.nationalgeographic.com/magazine/2017/08/toilet-defecate-outdoors-stunting-sanitation/
I'm sick of your little man-crush on me, you fat, dumb hillbilly - we both know I would beat your ass if we ever met in person.Beats squatting to p!ss as you progressives would have it, fruit loop.
LOL! Oh you would, would ya? Be sure to bring those balls, that big brother keeps in a pretty, little jar with ya, homegirl.I'm sick of your little man-crush on me, you fat, dumb hillbilly - we both know I would beat your ass if we ever met in person.
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.
"Your flush is our rush"@Macaframalama @Bible_Belt Fellas please take your sparing match to PM. This is a thread I would like to comment in without having to close it.winning!
The reason we are not having to cr@p outdoors in the USA is because of guys like these in this Youtube video. It's only 5:27 of your time to watch. My hat really goes off to these guys who do this kind of work. I wish I had the skills to do this.
If I only loved my job half that much..."Your flush is our rush"
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