VladPatton
Master Don Juan
There's a cover for every pot. Somewhere there's a dude banging a retarded chick. All females have the power to get deek.
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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Bahahahaha, I needed that! :crackup:( . )( . ) said:Women??? I thought it was iggy pop![]()
I thought it was Axl Rose.( . )( . ) said:Women??? I thought it was iggy pop![]()
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.
Actually, it's Switch's girlfriend. :cheer:Aristippus said:I thought it was Axl Rose.![]()
I always find it amusing when chubby chasers use "big boobs" as their official excuse. Who do they think they're fooling?Zarky said:Rationalization is a sad thing to behold, BB![]()
Surfing, para-gliding and snowboarding do not make girls look like Iggy Pop. Lifting too much weight does. There's difference between being fit and being ripped and girls definitely do NOT benefit from crossing that line.switch said:i want a broad who likes surfing, para gliding , snowboarding ,all the stuff that i like to do. i fvcking hate "couch girls" whose hobby is stalking other faggots on fagbook. it happens that the athletic girls usually have the traits that i like.
i wishThe Simple Man said:Actually, it's Switch's girlfriend. :cheer:
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.
Not something you want to cuddle up with.CrimsonPanther said:
That almost frightened me when I opened the pic. Scary.CrimsonPanther said:
Yep.CrimsonPanther said: