CAPSLOCK BANDIT
Master Don Juan
- Joined
- Jul 29, 2020
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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.
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.
Just quote them and I'll provide contextI'm dying to ask @CAPSLOCK BANDIT about some of these I don't quite get, but I figure they're scenes from movies or tv shows I don't know
Yes, I must be identifying that way.Naw, you still identify as feminist.
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.
I get it if you want to make fun of me while doing it, have at it. My curiosity is always bigger than my ego.Just quote them and I'll provide context
If you can't handle civil discourse you can leave.Yes, I must be identifying that way.
Could be key to why I'm stubbornly not paying down debt sooner and becoming financially free with savings and investments?
Like, why don't I want to be free of that red flag and identify as a submissive homemaker?
No just quote what you do not understand, memes are built to be like inside jokesI get it if you want to make fun of me while doing it, have at it. My curiosity is always bigger than my ego.
Sorry, this one I don't quite get. Is this from a movie?
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Yes, I appreciate your encouragement. Don't think you believe I'm near the same wavelength as you. Caught some frostiness there. All good.If you can't handle civil discourse you can leave.
It's all good, I just recognized your posting style from Love Shack.Yes, I appreciate your encouragement. Don't think you believe I'm near the same wavelength as you. Caught some frostiness there. All good.
90 Day Fiance. Watch all of it, you won't regret it.Sorry, this one I don't quite get. Is this from a movie?
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.
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.