"How I Made Sure No Woman Ever Friend-Zoned Me Again"
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Books on pimping? Recommendations
- Thread starter rEDoNE
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"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
Then you mention said thing... Let me guess "How to be a M****f***** Pimp" by Dazzle Razzle... and promote it as an "excellent" book.
I would have guessed as much, but you already showed your cards by posting messages to every person with "pimp" in their name. Though most people with pimp in their name are likely NOT a pimp, but rather are selecting such a name due to vicarious desires they have. But you feed on those desires and make them think it is possible, and thus your selection of such.
Oh how predictable... I swear, people are so predictable. I love this little game people play...
His writings look like the rantings and ravings of an insane PCP addicted maniac... He literally makes NO points, and fills his writings with absurd jargon, pointless equations, unproven theories, he likes to use big words but does not seem to know the meaning of said words so it was more funny to read it and laugh at his horrible grammar, it is total junk.
http://dazzlerazzle.com/pimpontology/
Your move...
I'm disappointed that you didn't come back to play. From the changes in your profile pic, it looks like you've been busy trying on different black bras. You really should try to pencil in some time.
“The 22 Psychological Triggers That Make Women Chase You… Starting Tonight”
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
I already lost interest. The last time I responded with the whole "horrible grammar" was just to bait you. You are either this dazzle razzle or you are some kind of direct associate of his who has some extreme obsession with him.
And why exactly should I waste my time with you?
devilkingx2
Master Don Juan
Looking back, I can see that I am a product of How to Be a Mother****ing Pimp. It might have warped my mind a bit, but I learned how to make crack, meth, and PCP. Perhaps that's the problem. I also learned how to come to terms with existence through a critical interrogation of street culture and how to embrace post-structuralism, or the 'sense of it', if you will, when it all seemed just so esoteric.
I remember, looking back when I was a grad student (Phd Lit), it was hard for me. There is simply too much to digest, and where do you start anyway? You can't just 'read' Derrida, can you, without being fully versed in the entirety of the western philosophical tradition?
I found this book accessible. I struggled in places, but that is the performative dimension. Perhaps therein lies the charm.
Don't know. See for yourself. Maybe it is an entire crock of ****. But, then again...