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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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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.