penkitten
Master Don Juan
Hey oldtimers, was mystery the one who wore the pirate shirt with puffy sleeves?
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.
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.
No it wasn't. Guys one this forum will say a lot of things about PUA gurus, however you will never here anybody on here they pulls chicks off their looks. If they could pull chicks just off of their personality alone, then there would have never been The Mystery Method, Real Social Dynamics, or Bang.Because every point you made was pointless.
Yes, you did.I did not dodge anything.
Since when did six paragraphs and a sentence become War and Peace? I have long posts in my approach journal and this my friend isn't a "long," post by any means. Unless of course you have ADHD.I skimmed through your lengthy post
In that rebuttual, you didn't say ****.and summarized my rebuttal in a few sentences.
The DJ Bible is cool, but comparing it to in field instruction from dudes who do this sh*t for a living is a little absurd. It's analogous to saying that you get a 175 on the LSAT simply going to the library and studying an LSAT prep book as opposed to taking a course on how to take the LSAT from Kaplan, Princeton Review, or Blueprint.And to answer your question, the boot camp provided in the DJ Bible was free and I did it independently for a while.
How do scam artists stay in business of over ten years?But to join a flock of sheep who blindly follow these scam artists, no.
1) Who cares?I'm beginning university this upcoming semester so it's busy for me this time of the year.
When did I say or imply anything about you not replying to my posts in a timely manner?I apologize if I'm unable to respond to your posts in a timely manner.
Yet another futile attempt at deflection.I hope that does not pinch another nerve.
I swear he used to wear a puffy pirate shirt.No, Mystery was invented by Dr. Suess in 1957. At that time he was known as "The Cat in The Hat".
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Unless of course you have ADHD.
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 didn't ask, nor did I care. That was your lame ass attempt at ducking the points I brought up.I take it you did not read the posts where I stated that I had errands to run or that I have a busy week.
I didn't and you just realize that there's no logical way you counter any point that I brought, which explains why you brought up sh*t that wasn't even germane to the conversation.What makes you think someone like you who has his head stuck up his ass would even attempt to rebuttal any counter argument claim I give?
It only goes to prove your idiocy.By the way, breaking down each sentence bits by bits only proves how buttmad you are.
Again, going completely and totally off topic with some sh*t that wasn't even in the initial conversation. When did I ever ask for an apology?I'm still not apologizing for insulting your idols.
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.
I did a search and didn't find him in a puffy shirt. You're not thinking of Seinfeld, are you? I know they did an episode on that.I swear he used to wear a puffy pirate shirt.
I didn't ask, nor did I care. That was your lame ass attempt at ducking the points I brought up.
I didn't and you just realize that there's no logical way you counter any point that I brought, which explains why you brought up sh*t that wasn't even germane to the conversation.
It only goes to prove your idiocy.
Again, going completely and totally off topic with some sh*t that wasn't even in the initial conversation. When did I ever ask for an apology?
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.
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.