pancakepalace
Don Juan
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Have you ever gone out with a depressed woman? Depressed as in clinically depressed, taking pills. If so, how was it?
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.
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.
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.
Diagnosed or not, these women will make your life dull, sad, and miserable. Their depression is contagious and once you feel down, they move forward to make the next person sad.Have you ever gone out with a depressed woman? Depressed as in clinically depressed, taking pills. If so, how was it?
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.
Im currently OLDing and am being told that most females are not happy. There's always something wrong/to complain about with them. Interesting....Choose women who are pre-happy.
I feel like the world is suddenly being taken over by chunky, sicky-sweet, tattooed, white-trash single moms. Bartenders. Waitresses. Breakfast servers. Baristas. Apartment managers... and they almost exclusively, instantly say the dumbest thing.Im currently OLDing and am being told that most females are not happy. There's always something wrong/to complain about with them. Interesting....
It seems as if the guys are exasperated with feeling like she is complaining hoping that he will fix it. That and the complaints are not correctable, so that frustrates them as well.
I hear what you are saying but it also sounds like these are places of business that you frequent. Those calibur of female might not be on your level.I feel like the world is suddenly being taken over by chunky, sicky-sweet, tattooed, white-trash single moms. Bartenders. Waitresses. Breakfast servers. Baristas. Apartment managers... and they almost exclusively, instantly say the dumbest thing.
"Oh you're getting a coffee today, eh? Moving up in the world? Hee hee!!"
God, what could be worse than broke, divorced women MY age who were never hot?!"
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.
Yeah it sucks man I've been there as well, multiple times. Learn to screen for this now. I've even had woman hid the fact that they were on something or needed to be but they weren't.I hear you guys. I had a bit of oneitis for her, but it's fast fading away. I didn't really think of her in the last few days. Problem is she is very compatible except for that depression part. What's scary, is she looks like she has been depressed most of her life. In all her photos, from years ago, she is always with a gloomy face. Never really smiles. I on the other hand love life. What messed me up is she is very beautiful, and has many things in common with me. It's a bit uncanny.
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.