forcerecon01
Master Don Juan
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Do you guys like alcohol? I like to have a few beers before I date a woman and I like to feel loose. Is alcohol okay in moderation?
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.
That said, the one thing the maturing man learns is that beer is the enemy of good sexual performance.I like beer; it makes me happy.
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.
Do you guys like alcohol? I like to have a few beers before I date a woman and I like to feel loose. Is alcohol okay in moderation?
Not for me. Frigging ice cream is the only vice I'm sort of "addicted" too and my kryptonite if you will . But a very controllable vice tho.Beer is my Kryptonite. Pilsener... I tell you.
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.
Feck hell ye.. Or proper "home made" Italian ice cream is da bomb.Ice cream carmel float with slme bourbon in it. Yum
Ice cream and co'cktails is my drug lolI do not drink beer. The worst possible drink a man can indulge in. But drink whatever you guys want.
Why is this? Yesterday I bought 8 cans and I also bought a very nice bottle of gin.I do not drink beer. The worst possible drink a man can indulge in.
Gin and tonic is good sheite too... Yum!Why is this? Yesterday I bought 8 cans and I also bought a very nice bottle of gin.![]()
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.
Welp, these two beer commercials will never get old and are both hilarious and genius:I wish the commercials weren’t so lame and marketed to fitness culture. It’s pretty good.
Here that is again.If fks up your testosterone
Men who drink beer heavily tend to grow guts and tits.Here that is again.
If that's true, then given how much I consume it's a wonder I don't have t1ts and a period
every few weeks...
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.