picard
Master Don Juan
Have you wonder that most hot women are dumb ones while smart ones are ugly? That is just my general observation over the years.
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.
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.
I figured you to be one of the few brothers who liked a chick as a challenge and could hold a conversation longer than: "Do you want me on my back or my knees?"( . )( . )I want a bird whos dumber than me, and if shes not (fat chance) she better fake it.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Nah mate, I'm not and never really was into big intellectual conversations with chicks I'm banging. As long as its lighthearted and fun I'm happy.KarmaSutra said:I figured you to be one of the few brothers who liked a chick as a challenge and could hold a conversation longer than: "Do you want me on my back or my knees?"
That's disheartening booblicious . . .
Nobody said:If she says like eveything like this like weird voice and like says like, STFU.
So conversations regarding Existentialism and the rise and fall of modern empiricism would be outta the question?( . )( . ) said:Nah mate, I'm not and never really was into big intellectual conversations with chicks I'm banging. As long as its lighthearted and fun I'm happy.
I think AFC's and the feminized media in general would shame label me as a guy whos "afraid" of an intelligent woman or some sh!t like that, but thats ok.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Educated =/= intelligentpicard said:my statement doesn't apply to every woman. It is a general observation. I met good looking ones that don't have formal education. In contrast, the ones who spent years in school just look a bit deformed and lack good spirits. They appear to be pessimistic.
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.