Maximus Optimus
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I got more women when I owned a 2009 Toyota Celica then I do with my 2019 Mustang. It makes no sense.
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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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
You know the difference between a porcupine and a Mustang?I got more women when I owned a 2009 Toyota Celica then I do with my 2019 Mustang. It makes no sense.
Mustang is considered is a "nice car" now?I got more women when I owned a 2009 Toyota Celica then I do with my 2019 Mustang. It makes no sense.
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.
This.Not the sort of women you probably want.
“Nice car” is a subjective term. Remember, most women are clueless about cars. Most women cant tell the difference between a BMW 1Series and a BMW 7 Series. So a powerful Mustang will largely impress fellow men.I got more women when I owned a 2009 Toyota Celica then I do with my 2019 Mustang. It makes no sense.
I agree with this.I think worthwhile women are far more interested in being seen in something stylish or unique than something expensive.
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.
I’m not getting into the whole what you drive/get women argument, but if you think your car helps your lay count, I do know there’s nothing exorbitantly pricey or unique about a Mustang. They’re Everywhere…I got more women when I owned a 2009 Toyota Celica then I do with my 2019 Mustang. It makes no sense.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
You got a bed in that thing?Day to day I drive one of these...![]()
It doesn't get more anonymous than a white van.
I don't even own a car anymore. I'm just about to fit a towbar to my van
so I can buy a motorcycle trailer. My last van was a Mercedes Sprinter and
my bikes fitted in the back of that particular van.
I got a vivaro like this: but fully kitted out for glamping. Solar panel, bed, heater, etc.Day to day I drive one of these...![]()
It doesn't get more anonymous than a white van.
I don't even own a car anymore. I'm just about to fit a towbar to my van
so I can buy a motorcycle trailer. My last van was a Mercedes Sprinter and
my bikes fitted in the back of that particular van.
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.