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.
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.
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.
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 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.