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Master Don Juan
i think i have permission to sit in his lapOriginally posted by Eternal
You gotta talk to Gio about that one...My "rates" aren't universal.![]()
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
i think i have permission to sit in his lapOriginally posted by Eternal
You gotta talk to Gio about that one...My "rates" aren't universal.![]()
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.
Originally posted by AFK Protector
I'm underaged. I will bring soda.
That works. That'll save on seating cost!Originally posted by penkitten
i think i have permission to sit in his lap![]()
I'm just saying, there might be a hole in the bottom of the popcorn bucket if you know what I mean.Originally posted by Eternal
That works. That'll save on seating cost!![]()
You two can talk and see what pops up.
That ranks up there with the Wizard Hat...Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
I'm just saying, there might be a hole in the bottom of the popcorn bucket if you know what I mean.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
i like it when he plays dress upOriginally posted by Eternal
That ranks up there with the Wizard Hat...
What if he's a rhino?Originally posted by penkitten
i like it when he plays dress up
There is nothing more serious than a rhino that's about to charge your ass.Originally posted by Eternal
What if he's a rhino?
somehow darling, that just doesn't sound very sexy.Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
There is nothing more serious than a rhino that's about to charge your ass.
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.
How about if I cast my C0ck of the Infinite?Originally posted by penkitten
somehow darling, that just doesn't sound very sexy.
That works...Thanks for wearing a skirt.Originally posted by Fist_of_Fury
I'm sitting right ontop of ya...hehe. For some reason I was thinking you'd like this better than a hole in the popcorn bucket...![]()
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.
im already sitting in his lap....Originally posted by Fist_of_Fury
I'm sitting right ontop of ya...hehe. For some reason I was thinking you'd like this better than a hole in the popcorn bucket...![]()
*Ushers seabreeze out the door.* Of course not...Well, wait a minute, let me go do a comparision first...Originally posted by Fist_of_Fury
While I'm sitting here...what's this "girl(s)" stuff...are there other girls involved in this....becuase i wanna see her face....tell ya if she's worth losin' this piece...![]()
She meant she was sitting on my lap.Originally posted by penkitten
im already sitting in his lap....
for future reference, i am always sitting in gio's lap!
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.