PrettyBoyAJ
Master Don Juan
So in order for us to eliminated completely we have to get 3 Eliminations?
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
flint said:I heard his notes were pretty much.
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Flint - BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLER
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
powpow said:(We start dancing for a while. Then I come and I sit down on a stool and she starts shaking her ass and I start slapping it as she gets wilder with it. We start grind from the front and when she shakes her ass on my crotch, I stop moving with her as she moves her ass around my crotch and on my balls. She knew what she was doing. She stuck her ass out and I was all on it.)
Youre a BOSS
Saturday, I am gonna go to a nightclub, get blind drunk, and complete this tast about 10 times over. Im gonna see if I can take some pictures. I think these types of thread would be a lot better with pictures, but its completely understandable that you wouldnt be able to just whip out your camera and take a shot.
The club seems a little bit too easy tho. So, tomorrow I am gonna try to build some rapport with the prostitutes that hang out by the station outside of my mma gym. Luckily, my gym is located in the red light district of the city. I eye contact these girls all the time, but never talked to them. I wonder how this is gonna go.
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.
At least you tried, and it was good game also. I LOL'd in real life reading what you told the boyfriends.powpow said:Guys, my brothers in arms, I have failed.
I got out of mma practice around 11 tonight. Just as I thought, that fine prostitute is out walking around trying to get herself that money. I always make eye contact and smile at her. It is always requited.
So tonight, I talk to her. I just say. I say konbaaannnwaaaa. And give her a flirty look. Usually works. She tries to talk to me, but her Japanese is really sh!tty. Im like the fvck? She was Chinese and didnt speak Japanese for balls. Her pimp came up and was like getting my face. Said if I didnt wanna pay, I couldnt be hitting on her. Told him Im a BOSS and I dont pay for sex. Smiled and waved to her, she smiled back. There was a connection I think. But, alas, it is not meant to be.
Kind of despondent, I walk into the grocery to get some ballin groceries for the next day or so. I saw these two fine cupcake faces looking for some booze. BAM!!!! Feeling good again. Open up the set. They were both fine as hell, like 9.5 9.5.
me - are you girls old enough to buying alcohol?
girls - hahahaha yes. Im 22.
me - Oh really? So you better use keigo with me (keigo is like an honorary language used here to people older than you or of higher status)
girls - correct themselves and use keigo, sort of like, I am 22, sir.
me - I laugh. are you serious? I was just joking. What are you girls doing tonight?
BOYFRIENDS ENTER!!!!!!
They basically say DO NOT TALK TO OUR GIRLFRIENDS!!!!!!!
I just say, oh sorry bro, I didnt see you cool guys over there.
They say well now you see us huh? Why you talking to our girlfriends?
I say because theyre hott and looked available?
The **** you say?
I mean shoot, take it as a compliment. If I looked at them and threw up, then I will let you get mad.
Girls laughed. Theyre boyfriends are SO MAD. Im just chillin. With my jacket that says PRO MMA JAPAN.
The grab the girls arms and tell them HEY LETS GO. I mock them and say HEY LETS GO in a dorky voice, wave to the girls, they smile back, but certainly NO WAVES. FCK!
Found an awesome deal on eggs and apples though. Apple was so tasty. Ate one while waiting on my train.
I failed. Two attempts. Fail.
Do you like apples?Deicide said:At least you tried, and it was good game also. I LOL'd in real life reading what you told the boyfriends.
Robyn923b said:Do you like apples?
Well you got two babes with boyfriends to laugh at their own bf's & smile at you.
How do you like THEM apples? Hahahaha...man I thought you guys got flooded in Japan with the tsunami and stuff?
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.