MatureDJ
Master Don Juan
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She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
i have everytthing except good job (working on that tbh)Lol as if women would give a crap about a guy landing a prode on the moon if he is short and bald.
A MIT degree and a nobel prize means sh1t if the guy looks like danny de vito to the average woman nowadays.
I think their concern is not a man education but his income and his ability to grant her a certain life style to couple with the big muscles and the big d1ck...they basically want the full package and nothing less.
If there was an eugenetic program (only working for males) they would all go dr. mengele on that.
Women have bought the lie. Are socially conditioned, crater SMV on degrees and as a booty call. Competition in male domains at the cost of her SMV and fertility is retarded.I´ve never bought this. When women cry there are not enough graduated men to marry, what they really mean is: "There aren´t enough graduated Chad Thundercocks to marry".
Traveling, cool hobbies, and college degrees only increase your SMV if you are already good looking or super succesfull with hot girls. I learned the hard way.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.