CornbreadFed
Master Don Juan
I chose the past.... Choose wisely! Also, you can bring back one moral life lesson to your past self which excludes ANYTHING fiscal related. Any loophole people will get called out too.
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.
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.
Tough one. I would probably take the million but it’s tempting to go back and stop myself from trying weed when I was 15. If I would have never tried it, my life would have went in a totally different direction.I chose the past.... Choose wisely! Also, you can bring back one moral life lesson to your past self which excludes ANYTHING fiscal related. Any loophole people will get called out 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.
Yeah, with only one piece of knowledge it's basically a guarantee lol. I need to know everything that I know nowI’d take the money.
If I went back, I would probably F it up again, just in a different way lol.
ElaborateTough one. I would probably take the million but it’s tempting to go back and stop myself from trying weed when I was 15. If I would have never tried it, my life would have went in a totally different direction.
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.
As of now, no. But it may be possible to recreate a person with particle pairs entangled in time, which could could create a version of yourself in the past. The real your is still here, but the particle pair you is partying like it's 1999.I do not believe time travel to the past is possible