Yeah well, this one time, this guy was like, GIVE ME YOUR PENCIL, and I was like all... No waaay maaan this is my pencil, and he called me a butthead and i called him a doodooface. Haha sorry sorry, I joke. I just had to throw that in there.
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.