Francisco d'Anconia
Master Don Juan
"Hi, I had fun trading emails with you but I'm really not feeling the chemistry. I wish you best of luck in all your endeavors..."
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.
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.
That's a great rejection. It makes you look less like an as5hole. Use that."Hi, I had fun trading emails with you but I'm really not feeling the chemistry. I wish you best of luck in all your endeavors..."
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.
you don't have to prove anything and you shouldn't feel guilty either. if you don't like her, no need to continue wasting time on her. it's all part of the game. it's her problem if she cant' handle getting dissed.Juan_Man said:Long story short. I've been chatting with a girl. Just saw her photo. No longer interested. Needless to say, I feel guilty. I might just go out just to prove to myself that I'm not shallow but I don't want to waste my time either. But then again, there is the hope that she will find me physically repulsive (I haven't sent a photo yet). What do I do?
I never said that I was a hunk like Brad Pitt, I am handsome enough though not to have to date an ugly girl and during the times that I have not got a hot babe in my life I prefer to fu-ck an inflatable sex doll than pick up some ugly bi-tch from a bar to fu-ck her.d9930380 said:KoalaKing - Are you a troll?
Reading your post you're trying to make yourself sound like ****ing Brad Pitt.
Send us a picture with KoalaKing written underneath on cardboard or something so we can ALL laugh.
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.