wifehunter
Master Don Juan
Whenever I go to a target store, I always notice the fat mannequins. They look funny. 
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.
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.
Cali is a leftist hell hole. Move.It’s just getting worse and worse here And I live in California where everybody is allegedly active and healthy. I would honestly estimate that if I was to look at 100 women either in the real world or their online profile, I would say 90 of them would be at least 30 to 40 pounds overweight or more. It’s so easy to spot with the online profiles when they only have face shots. You can see the fatness in their face.
i’m not attracted to fat women. I think it is an absolute insult if you’re a guy like me who busts his ass working out and watches everything he eats to stay fit and manage my weight and health.
people....there eating people maaannnn.Less than 10 years ago I didn't believe any of this kind of stuff, commonly called "conspiracy theory". Today, I believe a lot of it, including this^ above. A buddy of mine was down on his luck a few years ago and he and his wife spent several weeks at the homeless shelter. They both fell sick eating the food at the shelter. After he got well he was in the kitchen in the shelter one day. He said he saw someone pouring something into the food that his gut just didn't think was right. He questioned it to the person who was pouring it in, and to authorities at the shelter. He said they were real shady about it and ended up throwing him out of the shelter. He said he told them he wanted to know what what was in the food so he and his wife could try and figure out why they both got so sick. He swears to this day that it was some kind of poison they put in to try and reduce the number of people they had to feed at the shelter if you catch my drift. I think he was onto something I really do. This happened in 2013 and to this day he and his wife haven't even been near that sick since.
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.
I see fatties everywhere. Its gross. Biz just responding to the market.Whenever I go to a target store, I always notice the fat mannequins. They look funny.![]()