Grand Wizzard Alamar
Master Don Juan
if you think that's necessary....
do it.

do it.
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 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.
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'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.
Then dont wear deodorant and she'll start hanging 2 feet from you. If you get desperate, then put some anchovies in your pockets next time she is around you, or worse, put your hand up your......HandyAndy said:She hangs like 2 inches away from me....shes hard to avoid lol
ugly? you consider an hb6 ugly? I wonder what you're idea of an hb1 is...HandyAndy said:lol alright, shes creeping me out dude, shes uglyyy
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.
True, b&w, but there is no argument as to the fact she is still ok to date. I dont think any of us would argue and say we would run away from her and call her ugly.Grand Wizzard Alamar said:haha those pics were fvckin hilarious LOL
except the 8 is arguable hotter than the 9 or 10.. I'd just give them all 8s.
btw the first pic is in black and white so it's hard to rate accurately.. you could probably give her a 6 if you wanted.
shes not cute at all IMO, we all have different opinions, so dont bash mine, ill try to find a pic of her on her myspace, put her looks aside, i just simply dont like her, as i said before, i dont care if you guys rate her a 10 in your own opinions, im just saying i dont think shes attractive at all, no biggie, idk why this is turning into some big rate scale argument...Randallpink83 said:ugly? you consider an hb6 ugly? I wonder what you're idea of an hb1 is...![]()
not saying i think a 6 is hot or anything, but they are one notch above "average" so they can't be too terrible.
.....I dont even know why I care![]()
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.