EyeBRollin
Master Don Juan
- Joined
- Oct 18, 2015
- Messages
- 10,536
- Reaction score
- 8,536
- Age
- 37
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.
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.
You're too young to catch the nuances, methinks. Asserting and leveraging inherent masculinity is not the same thing as trying to self-assure about one's own masculinity. It is rather the exercise of a power that one already possesses.Of course, no one would ever admit they do anything to feel assured of their masculinity. But here is what you just said with my bolding for emphasis:
What else is that but assuring your masculinity through paying for the woman? Just admit it, Uncle Atom. It's no problem.
So it's OK to "not display leadership" and "be as weak as weak can possibly be" by spending insignificant amounts of money on a woman when you are making a first impression on her, but not later on, when you must switch over to spending more on her? And how does that mesh with you saying you should "display leadership and dominance" - masculinity - "right off the bat" by "paying for her", in the quote above?
Would she stop desiring you if you didn't pay for her?
Fake pics. He's just taking a different angle. You're forgetting that big Dave was a master troll who had a history of making several accounts on another forum before this oneSince we've seen pics of Big Dave and Big Goal, we know they are not the same person. Big Dave was just a narcisist, BigGoal isn't one. Though, he does think he deserves a high caliber lady, when he himself isn't a high caliber dude yet.
You'll be Glad for the baby face when you are 38View attachment 3610
I’m 28 with a baby face
Ain’t that the truth! I always had a very young face and it serves me well now that I’m older.You'll be Glad for the baby face when you are 38
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.
I'm not. I'm always taken for mid 20s.You'll be Glad for the baby face when you are 38
Nah, Seekeroftheway told me she was going to meet BG for drinks, but blew it. He was too needy and FBing her like a MF. He's really in Florida and he really is the way he acts... Lost.Fake pics. He's just taking a different angle. You're forgetting that big Dave was a master troll who had a history of making several accounts on another forum before this one
Look at the similarities... both complain about location constantly, both ignore posts that don't enable their way of thinking. Both repeat the same talking points over and over. Both always answer any advice you give them with question upon question that's already been explained
How do you know big Dave was real? How do you know THAT wasn't the alias all along and big goal is HIM, and big Dave was the fake pics... I'm just sayingNah, Seekeroftheway told me she was going to meet BG for drinks, but blew it. He was too needy and FBing her like a MF. He's really in Florida and he really is the way he acts... Lost.
He knew a lot about Chicagoland. BG doesn't even know where Chicagoland is located.How do you know big Dave was real? How do you know THAT wasn't the alias all along and big goal is HIM, and big Dave was the fake pics... I'm just saying
Hmmm...what's funny is that I do remember him speaking about Illinois before, but I can't remember what he said. I think he was searching that area on OLD or something...He knew a lot about Chicagoland. BG doesn't even know where Chicagoland is located.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
I'm from St. Louis originally.Hmmm...what's funny is that I do remember him speaking about Illinois before, but I can't remember what he said. I think he was searching that area on OLD or something...
I remember he was selling cars in the area. Greatest car salesman in the world, or something like that.Hmmm...what's funny is that I do remember him speaking about Illinois before, but I can't remember what he said. I think he was searching that area on OLD or something...
Yea I remember that, I was talking about big goalI remember he was selling cars in the area. Greatest car salesman in the world, or something like that.
Interesting...Have you been to Illinois beforeI'm from St. Louis originally.
Never chi. Just when I was small when I parents bought lotto tickets there before MO had the lotto and when I passed through there when moving out of state. The place is a communist anti gun dump so I always avoided it when living up there when driving.Yea I remember that, I was talking about big goal
Interesting...Have you been to Illinois before
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.
Do you chew your finger nails?Here is a better chest pic I took right after a shower tonight before I shaved.
What exercises for my chest would be good to focus on? As you can see I have no fat hardly and pretty flat stomach. It just needs some muscle.
![]()
No. I just keep them cut short. I HATE getting dirt under them. Just feels dirty and I hate long nails.Do you chew your finger nails?
hookers/massage/camgirlLast time I was on Bumble (1-2 years ago), all the women in my area were HB8/9, white, and all 5'9-6'0. At first I thought the algorithm was trolling me. I'm not talking about 1 or 2, I'm talking about nonstop 20-30 of these. None with kids though. I was also in NY btw.
Yea and usually then send you a link to their services, pics.hookers/massage/camgirl
I remember he was selling cars in the area. Greatest car salesman in the world, or something like that.
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.