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Master Don Juan
While you fist fvcking keyboard jockeys are wasting time trying to slide into more pvssy, our world is DYING!
How Dare You!
How Dare 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.
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.
So are you!She's awesome!![]()
Regretfully, the world has changed their goals for profit and materialism without considering the effects and consequences of their actions. It's a nice gesture for this girl to do this speech, but the powers that be in China, India, Pakistan, Russia and the United States couldn't care less. Facts are facts; whether we as a people like it or not.While you fist fvcking keyboard jockeys are wasting time trying to slide into more pvssy, our world is DYING!
How Dare You!
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.
LikewiseSo are you!![]()
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.
The greatest mass extinction of life on earth was not the one where the dinosaurs died. The earlier Permian Extinction was worse than that, and there was another that was even worse than that.Plant food is killing us all!!!!
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.
Right on.ROFLMAO!
What?
Were you SERIOUS???
That poor girl's parents should be arrested for child abuse, for toturing their daughter with apocalyptic nightmares, and then thrusting her into the international spotlight, to make an eternal fool of herself.
How dare her parents use a vulnerable, mentally challenged child as a human shield, to defend their insane "CO2 is poison!!!" apocalyptic cult from rational criticism. These "the world will end in a ball of ice...OOPS...ball of fire...OOPS...ball of ice AND fire?" Climatastrophe dorks are about as credible as the Heaven's Gate freaks, and half as sane.
"Cut off your d1cks! Stop having children! Move into an igloo! Stop exhaling and farting! Kill all the cows! Heterosexuality is Patriarchy! We're all gonna die!"
Give it a rest, Chicken Little.
I agree with the Left on one thing: anyone who believes exhaling and farting mammals will cause a Climapocalypse shouldn't reproduce.
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.