Vulpine
Master Don Juan
Your boyfriend giving me a massage would sure relieve a lot of stress.
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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.
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.
Ther was absolutely no reason for you to reply to this thread. Dude's doing an interesting field report, it can only help him and the other guys here. You're an embecile troll, looking for attention. Now go and suck on your popsicle.Anomalous said:Whatever you say! I know you want be but I don't swing that way!
Your like my little boy, Vulpine. Come up with something else to get rid of all your stress.
Vulpine said:Your boyfriend giving me a massage would sure relieve a lot of stress.
speed dawg said:Moderators, this asshat "Anomalous" is hijacking a very good thread.
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.
He's not your boyfriend anymore? Ahaha, he totally dumped you for me, didn't he?Anomalous said:Thats not my BF because I don't have one!! Um... I guess you have a boyfriend. Aw so cute Vulpine is all grown up.![]()
Get real!
Vulpine said:Deleting #36-48 would be a nice clean up, but I dunno. A high school kid trying to AMOG me online and getting repeatedly tooled is kinda funny. That's what kids get for flaming in the "Mature Man" forum.
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.
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.
Lol, fat chicks are so disgusting, wtf?!!! EW. :nervous:Vulpine said:On the way back, she ducked into the bushes and started to take a p!ss right in plain view of me: silly fatties and their antics.
fatty: *squats*
V: "Nice. Looks like you need a shave. Don't forget to wipe... oh, my bad, drip dry."
fatty: "Whatever, shut up. I had to go."
V: "You couldn't have waited? We aren't even 300 yards away!"
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.