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 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.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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.
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.