PuroDeAgave
Don Juan
yea man good for you i just hope you stay off the ice.
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.
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.
Were you trying to call the guy brainless?funketekun said:this is what a call brainless
Centaurion said:I can't believe this sh!t has 2000 views.
Anyways, both of us got tested, and we are std negative. I am keeping her around as a party-buddie/FB. She knows alot of the party crowd around here and hooks me up with whatever I need for a very very cheap price. I'm just not riding her bareback anymore.
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.
Centaurion said:I can't believe this sh!t has 2000 views.
Anyways, both of us got tested, and we are std negative. I am keeping her around as a party-buddie/FB. She knows alot of the party crowd around here and hooks me up with whatever I need for a very very cheap price. I'm just not riding her bareback anymore.
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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Not really into drugs (AT ALL), but i'd love to spend couple of years care free living the life of sin.Centaurion said:Yeah I'm alive and everything is all dandy.
The 2 years I spent in Oz was the craziest time of my life. I left for Oz after a year in the army, since I felt like getting away from it all and because I wanted to live out my wildest fetishes (which I did btw). During those two years I let my common sense fly out the window and went on a binge, looking for that perfect high. I tried alot of stuff, did alot of stupid sh!t, nailed some incredible hot women and had a blast without a care in the world.
As all things have to come to an end, I realized one day that this wasn't the way I wanted my life to go. So one day I told my girlfriend that I was going out to get some beer, but instead I packed my bags and got on the first plane home, leaving Oz behind me for good. This was a year ago, I'm now studying law and kicking arse on campus. Life is good, I go out and grab the occasional beer, but I stay the hell away from drugs.
All in all, Oz was awesome and I feel like I've purged myself of all the crazy sh!t I always wanted to do.
Was this serious? If so how long had you been together with your girlfriend?So one day I told my girlfriend that I was going out to get some beer, but instead I packed my bags and got on the first plane home, leaving Oz behind me for good.
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.