Mitch_Mustain
Don Juan
There's gonna be one tonight in my town and I'm wondering if its really all that its hyped up to be.
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.
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.
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.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
You gotta love America. A bunch of 30 year old strippers and booze. I don't think I could stand all of that fun. :yawn: Maybe one would have let you take her and her kid out to the park for a picnic :rock: .well the thing was, they had an age limit thing,...you had to be born before 85 to get in or something..
So you saying that you ARE the real Mitch Mustain???Mitch_Mustain said:youre the queer for not reading everything.
I said I ****ing went but when i got there, the party was over capacity and they werent letting no one in no matter what..hell I actually knew the guy whose property that **** was being thrown at but because GGW was there, it was their way or the highway. my friend had no control over it. Hell they werent letting him go back inside afterwards until he convinced them that he lived there.