Josh Davidson
Senior Don Juan
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Do you believe in aliens? What can you tell me about them?
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
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.
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.
Run for sure!Whether I believe in them or not, I am quite sure if I see a UFO that too threatingly close that I just call on Jesus and I should be fine. You just need to feel safe when they pop up.
What would you do? Film it? Run indoors?
That accounts for some, I’m sure. However, many of them drastically defy the laws of physics (the laws that we know about anyway), and no machine that we can invent could handle the stresses of what is seen in the edges of space. I’m referring to orbital spacecraft sending back video of objects traveling at tremendous speeds instantly changing direction and even reversing.UFO = military aircraft
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.
Wow! That's scary!Dear Josh,
Twenty or so years ago I was camped on an a very remote track,near Durras Mountain N.S.W. I was in a Pop up Caravan....As was usual after a long Day Mooching around the tracks or Surf Skiing about seven miles away,after cooking an Artery Busting Supper,I settled into a long night,sitting around the campfire,Quaffing Flagon Wine and enjoying my Tapes...Retiring about ten,three hours or so later I stirred for a pee...Imagine my apprehensive surprise when I noticed there was a light burning about three hundred yards up the track...never having seen anyone ever on this old logging path I went back to the van and extracted my old Pea rifle and never having believed in leaving a task half done went back to finishing off the wine,though sitting up I fell asleep to wake a few hours later to hear creatures rustling around the van,didn't sound like Wallabies or Wombats,then I heard strange noises,something like the sound you get when surfing an old wireless on a shortwave band...being the fearless Guy I am I just stayed hunkered down cowering with Old Betsy at the ready....Nothing further transpired till the morning when I mosied along back to where the light had been,sure enough three tripod like indentations about two inch in diameter and about two foot six apart,maybe five inches deep,burn marks on the grass...I have been back jogging along that path many times since and even now I think I might find those holes.
Rad dude.Dear Josh,
Twenty or so years ago I was camped on an a very remote track,near Durras Mountain N.S.W. I was in a Pop up Caravan....As was usual after a long Day Mooching around the tracks or Surf Skiing about seven miles away,after cooking an Artery Busting Supper,I settled into a long night,sitting around the campfire,Quaffing Flagon Wine and enjoying my Tapes...Retiring about ten,three hours or so later I stirred for a pee...Imagine my apprehensive surprise when I noticed there was a light burning about three hundred yards up the track...never having seen anyone ever on this old logging path I went back to the van and extracted my old Pea rifle and never having believed in leaving a task half done went back to finishing off the wine,though sitting up I fell asleep to wake a few hours later to hear creatures rustling around the van,didn't sound like Wallabies or Wombats,then I heard strange noises,something like the sound you get when surfing an old wireless on a shortwave band...being the fearless Guy I am I just stayed hunkered down cowering with Old Betsy at the ready....Nothing further transpired till the morning when I mosied along back to where the light had been,sure enough three tripod like indentations about two inch in diameter and about two foot six apart,maybe five inches deep,burn marks on the grass...I have been back jogging along that path many times since and even now I think I might find those holes.
Niet... There is no UFO. Aliens and sht is a fake direction.UFO = military aircraft
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
The UFOs are known to spy around nuclear faculties and even shut down these locations. The first Roswell crash happened not long after the Manhattan project. Anyone who knows about aliens and UFOs know they love hovering around and harassing bases where they store nukes.Niet... There is no UFO. Aliens and sht is a fake direction.
Real direction is nuclear war, mind you, nobody wants a nuclear war, but it's a real good possibility. We are not talking about 300-something nuke exchange between India and Pakistan, we are talking about Russia and United States. 3000 possibly 4000 nukes within 30 minutes. Russia has ability creating big tsunamis on east and west coast of U.S. (search youtube for status-6, watch video by sub brief). Then within a week, once new satellites are up, secondary strikes. It's an armageddon.
You want real aliens?
It is a channel on youtube designing global policy, it's an institute and intellectual thinking. Stuff they talking about is going to happen within very short period of time. They discuss geopolitical strategy for war that you did not hear about yet.
Sightings in Canada are on the rise.
To jump on the bandwagon, I've seen an orb float down like a leaf on Christmas eve of 2018. I was driving on the highway and just saw something like a star just look like it was coming down slowly and just vanish. It was not a plane, it didn't look like a helicopter. My mother also saw an orange orb hover across a roadway.
The feeling I get is just "this is fun to watch", because its out of the ordinary, and felt good I saw that. It was on a public highway not an isolated country road so the fear factor wasn't there because what I saw, anyone on the same road would have seen that, so whatever, right?
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.