Francisco d'Anconia
Master Don Juan
Anyone care to count how many mistakes this guy has made?
Woman Pleads Guilty to Hitting Boyfriend With Baby
Woman Pleads Guilty to Hitting Boyfriend With Baby
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.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Classic. They always are.Dudics declined further comment except to say that Graham had told her she was depressed.
I prefer not to!Francisco d'Anconia said:Anyone care to count how many mistakes this guy has made?
Wanna guess who will probably step up and take care of the ankle biters until mommy is sprung?ExploringOne said:LMAO!:crackup:
The truly sad thing is, this woman has 5 kids. Now she's gonna be in jail for 5 years. Some people should just be shot for their stupidity.
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.
Damn, we gotta spread DJism now, THE HUMANITY DEPENDS ON IT!!! :crackup:Francisco d'Anconia said:
Might as well start grabbing people when I want some new weapons to fight!"People are trying to make a big deal about it, but she did not do it on purpose. ... It was just a mistake," he said.
Especially with 20 year old AFCs sarging wannabe MILFs looking like her and having children with them... :nervous:djbr said:Damn, we gotta spread DJism now, THE HUMANITY DEPENDS ON IT!!! :crackup:
Wait, the guy is 20? I didn't see this.Francisco d'Anconia said:Especially with 20 year old AFCs sarging wannabe MILFs looking like her and having children with them... :nervous:
He's 20 years old and has had a baby with a woman who already has 4 kids and she's an angry drunk PLUS he's defending her actions. Sounds like an AFC to me! :kick:Deep Dish said:I would hesitate to label the boyfriend as one more shining example of AFCism. Maybe I listened way too much to Loveline back in its heyday with Adam Carolla, but I sniff major chaos coming from the boyfriend. The news article didn't provide much in way of the boyfriend but by the mere analysis of the girlfriend and the events of that evening (i.e. coming home from drinking) we can safely and reliably deduce the boyfriend as probably most extremely likely equally as royally screwed in the head as she (e.g. physically abusive alcoholic asswhole).
(Edit: I was going to predict a black woman on welfare and now looking at her picture.... yeah)
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.
Haha, make sure the kid is 13 or older!!djbr said:Might as well start grabbing people when I want some new weapons to fight!
Whoops, wrong weapon! *drops person on the floor*
GTA series kick some ass!Deep Dish said:I definitely smell food stamp recipients... in which case I guess I must concede the question arises why allow yourself to be conned by a baby factory? Oh well, I just turned on my Playstation and will get back to playing Grand Theft Auto (Vice City)... time to swing hookers like bats.
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.
the article said her chlidren were in her parents custody .Francisco d'Anconia said:Wanna guess who will probably step up and take care of the ankle biters until mommy is sprung?
maybe laterdjbr said:I prefer not to!![]()
Give it time. He's hanging on making excuses for her. It'll be the way that he will prove that he is a "real man" (whatever that means).penkitten said:the article said her chlidren were in her parents custody .
wouldnt a righteous man just take his own child out of it and divorce her quietlyFrancisco d'Anconia said:Give it time. He's hanging on making excuses for her. It'll be the way that he will prove that he is a "real man" (whatever that means).
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.