Egoist
Master Don Juan
EXTREEEEEEEEEEME!
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.
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.
the only thing that you should be ashamed of for being white is d*ck size.Originally posted by Ever onward
But did you notice how it portrayed white guys? All the white guys in the movie are either mean, crass or EXTREME.
Watching that movie made me ashamed to be a whitie
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
No, you don't want that, trust me. That stuff turns your shyt to liquid, for lack of a better description.Originally posted by PRMoon
Mmmm white castle. I wish we had them out here![]()
Dude that is the one thing I don't have to worry about. Now if only I had some rhythm and could dance...the only thing that you should be ashamed of for being white is d*ck size.
Yeah I could go for some of that right now.Mmmm white castle. I wish we had them out here
No they don't. I may live on the west coast now, but I'm from the east I use to have whitecastle all the time and I never had any problems.Originally posted by Page
No, you don't want that, trust me. That stuff turns your shyt to liquid, for lack of a better description.
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.
Your sense of humor is damaged. Return it for a refund or replacement.Originally posted by Tweek_1984
Awful film. I nearly broke into a smile once and that was when the credits started to roll.
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.
H: The only girls who are interested in me are girls I have no interest in. Like Cindy Kim.
K: Speaking of Cindy, she called earlier. One of those Asian clubs she's in is throwing a party at her dorm tonight.
H: God, she invites me to everything.
K: So what? She's kind of ****in' cute. Let her touch your penis.