splinterkb
Master Don Juan
So I'm a pretty good looking Nice Guy. How do I solve this?
"How I Made Sure No Woman Ever Friend-Zoned Me Again"
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.
Mr. Nice Guy
- Thread starter splinterkb
- Start date
"You Can't Argue a Woman Into Liking You"
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.
Paintballguy
Master Don Juan
confidence... dont be a *****
splinterkb
Master Don Juan
no **** man. confidence is the number one thing. I can be a pretty big **** if i want to but i dont know
Paintballguy
Master Don Juan
its very simple... act like you dont want it. blow girls off, be busy, dont call them back right away... girls love a guy who is a challenge to them. they want excitement, they want the chase. this is why nice guys get shut down 10 out of 10 times. you have to take risks, you have to do stuff out of the norm.splinterkb said:
splinterkb
Master Don Juan
see i dont get shut down though. i just think i could do that much better in my mackin category and maybe bang some hotter chicks
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.