trickynick
Master Don Juan
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You either own the game or it owns you!
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You either own the game or it owns you!
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.
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.
Why????Originally posted by trickynick:
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Just reread your own posts. They're remarkably similar.Originally posted by Mark:
Why????
Can you post some threads that he did?
Fvck you.Originally posted by galactus:
Just reread your own posts. They're remarkably similar.
"Fvck you"? This is cleaning up your act?Originally posted by Mark:
Fvck you.Originally posted by galactus:
Just reread your own posts. They're remarkably similar.
What I do to you?
I don't make fun of you. And I told you I cleaned up my act.
You guys are the ones being pr1cks now.
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.
Trickynick, I haven't seen him throwing a narcissistic rage recently. Or, have I missed it that again?Originally posted by trickynick:
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Originally posted by trickynick:
galactus and Mark,
The purpose of this thread was not for you two to have a flame war. You two already got one thread closed in here doing this. Don't hi-jack my topic.
BTW Mark, I am not impressed with this. We have a truce now, remember?
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.
Originally posted by Mark:
I didn't do anything to him.......
sh1t we're just acting like little whiny babies aren't we???
I'll be the adult and stop it.
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.