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 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 paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
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.
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
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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![]()
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.