Travel memoir21
Master Don Juan
There planning on bringing MySpace back...I never really had an account back then. Is MySpace worth the hype?
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
Did you have your account back in the day? I know I didn’t.Wasn't aware that it ever vanished completely
Yeah, I did. It may still even be activeDid you have your account back in the day? I know I didn’t.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
I think the idea was to limit it to .edu so that it could work out the kinks.MySpace made its way back when Facebook required a .edu email to join. Then Zuck realized he could open it up to everyone to farm their data and make himself a billionaire.
They also didnt control spamming. DJs, club promoters, and strippers would send everyone messages constantly.MySpace was basically Facebook before Facebook. The problem with MySpace is that there was too much leeway in allowing users to amp up their pages, and it looked like sheet.
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.
Presumably Colbie Cailat is still releasing tunes on this platform alsoMaybe that guy T o m will still be my friend lol.
Hmm, I never got any strippers messaging me. I would have asked if the gal does nightcaps.They also didnt control spamming. DJs, club promoters, and strippers would send everyone messages constantly.
So even back in the 2000s, your enthusiasm for approaching out in the wild was STILL more non-existent than Corey Feldman's "acting" career, post-Licencse To Drive?Hmm, I never got any strippers messaging me. I would have asked if the gal does nightcaps.![]()
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.
Commander Keen is the SH1T!!!!I don't remember much about 90s/00s slow dial-up internet. I remember you had AOL online, or you'd use a CD drive, which was the big thing back then to load up programs and connect to the internet. MySpace feels like a dinosaur. Don't feel much nostalgia to early internet days but they made life more interesting as a teenager/young adult. Even extremely low res graphics were a treat in those days.
I went to a high school in Atlanta that was about 60-70% Black, and I ended up in the romanticized “gangster” social circle. My MySpace consisted of pictures of Dwyane Wade and Lebron James, Black models in bikinis because I was in love with Black women, and New York rap. Hindsight is 20/20, but I can see how it was detrimental to my own identity and love prospects at the time lolThe "online now" that would flash next to someone's name was stalkerrific.
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Keep in mind this was in the day and age of desktop computers. So you knew someone was home, and not out with someone else.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.