VashStampede
Don Juan
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I very much doubt they have cheerleaders in Mongolia. Im gonna guess you are from the states
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 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.
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.
Most of these girls you are encountering only have boyfriends when they meet you, meaning it is you who needs to improve and change the way you vibe with them, etc.mongolboy said:Aight so i met so many fcking hot girls that had boyfriends ofcourse.. but anywais i was wondering if anybody in here has an experience on how to do dis so maybe the can offer me some advice and for everybody else too! I THINK THIS IS A VERY ESSENTIAL POST !EVEN THOUGH IS KINA EVIL
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This makes sense except that the boyfriend might give the girl an ultimatum and that may lead her to stay away from you....LJC said:I suppose everyone has thier own way of doing it. For me, the BF destroying material doesn't just work the girl. It works the BF too. And, it doesn't make a BF just look a certain way, it actually makes him that way.
Jealousy is the kingpin of the process. He has to know I exist. The reason he has to know is because, as a man, he's going to know exactly what I'm trying to do. But of course, he's not going to have the proof. The only proof he has is that he knows I'm being very friendly and sociable to his GF for a particular reason, but in so far as the GF is (and I am) concerned, I'm just friendly and sociable. This is where the wedge starts.
When he tries to step in my way to stop me, he immediately becomes irrational to her, even though he's behaving in a completely rational way to me. She sees it as jealousy and insecurity, even though I know he's reacting justifiably, for good reason. All I have to do is pretend to struggle to understand why two people just being sociable is so threatening to him. The more he tries to stop it, the more he's going to f*ck it up for himself. He can even try to explian to her that I'm trying to steal her and she won't believe it, because I haven't given her a solid reason to believe it yet.
When you get a guy to this point, then whenever she goes out without him, he's going to want to know more about where she's going, what she's doing, who she's going to be with. Eventually, he actually becomes the jealous, insecure, controlling, a-hole jerk of a BF. I become her temporary escape to sanity through the process.
The deeper the wedge goes, the more I start to turn the get togethers into more date-like situations. I grab diner instead of a lunch, because I'm hungry. I invite her over to my place to watch a movie, because I'm bored....
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.