PrettyBoyAJ
Master Don Juan
Why don't you get some new poonani??? Do you go out?
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.
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.
Ummmm its a matter of knowing how to get poon, not because I dislike poon, as for going out, not that often because I'm naturally introverted, not many close friendsPrettyBoyAJ said:Why don't you get some new poonani??? Do you go out?
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
This can be a good way to motivate yourself. Just remember that these are SYMBOLS of status, not the status itself. Anyone can rent a Lambo, rent a condo, and rent some shoes.PrettyBoyAJ said:If you guys want motivation just look at stuff you can't afford. It's going to make you bust your butt so you can afford it.
I desire the Lambo.... I desire the Louboutin shoes... I desire the condo
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.
I like the 48 Laws of Power signature going on there.PrettyBoyAJ said:Alright, I will be researching Real Estate today then. I heard good things about he property tax liens. Would be good flips.
I'm about thit the gym. Get my weight up a little bit. After that just chilling. I got money on mind all the time now. Time to get my hustle bones flowing.
Don't know dude, but I think some of the newer guys feel this way because they were driven to these sites based on Google searches after being stung by a bad experience.PrettyBoyAJ said:I was reading posts around the site in the past couple of hours. Nothing else to do, went to my parents house and I'm chilling.
Watsup with these guys on this forum bashing women? Saying women are only good for sex and reproduction? How f*cked up is that????
There is no truth in this at all. You guys bash these woman and then you guys wonder why you never have a quality women in your life. Every woman that's been in my life for any amount of time has brought something to the table. This is how it's supposed to be. They cook, they clean, their down for a playa. I can't even remember the last time I washed myself (yes guys, the game is good). These girls should WANT to be apart of your Empire thus bringing stuff which HELPS you.
Sex ain't free with me. So no girl is just having sex with me (more then once) without bringing stuff to the table. If you see girls as a just a sex tool then I really feel bad for you :/. Good Game Ain't FREE!
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.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.