Magma
Senior Don Juan
Just curious. Have become more interested in the paranormal in the last 3 years or so. Anybody?
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.
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.
No dis to 'Dish but a lot more people should be investigators rather than debunkers to things that really can't be fully debunked.KarmaSutra said:My man 'DISH is a debunker rather than an investigator.
:yes:ketostix said:No dis to 'Dish but a lot more people should be investigators rather than debunkers to things that really can't be fully debunked.
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.
Don't come in here with your bullsh!t. It's a conversation not a set of commandments.Nighthawk said:No such things as the paranormal. But people will believe whatever makes them feel better.
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.
We had an investigation at the Clewiston Inn and it was extremely active. We have video of 5 of our SPIRITeam brothers and sisters in the midst of a seance when they whole fvcking table begins circling and bouncing. All the while none of our people ever moved thier hands. The remained perfectly flat the entire episode.Mctwist4 said:What's your best story karma?
No need to be rude dear.KarmaSutra said:Don't come in here with your bullsh!t. It's a conversation not a set of commandments.
Get the fvck over your opinion.
I was almost done with a 14 hour work day and I was on the rag.Nighthawk said:No need to be rude dear.
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.
I'll work it out and shout at ya!Deep Dish said:Karma, I would be interested in tagging along on one of your investigations on some weekend. That is one of the obligations of being a skeptic.
Dude, you sure that wasn't a ghost of Milton Erickson? He used to wear purple...KarmaSutra said:I had an interesting experience when I was 9 at my Aunts house. A purple entity woke me up and smiled and then vanished from the foot to the head.
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.