WesCottII
Master Don Juan
I like them both (y)
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.
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.
Grand Wizzard Alamar said:if you want girls online just get some e-dating site...
I'm not preaching anything, and I wouldn't use an e-dating site anyway.AFC Savior said:wow that is the dumbest thing i ever heard
its all about Myspace..........did u ever get a girl from an E-dating site? no? THEN WHY ARE YOU PREACHING IT??
Grand Wizzard Alamar said:I'm not preaching anything, and I wouldn't use an e-dating site anyway.
Would a real man use Myspace for the sole purpose of meeting women?
You guys may not be AFC but you're not confident men either, especially since you use Myspace as an "aid" so you can be lazy and game girls while sitting down.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
neither. a real man would fvck girls in real life when he wants to.AFC Savior said:a 15 year old virgin needs to shut up
whos more of a man? the guy thats ****ing a girl he met on myspace, or the guy thats not ****ing a girl at all?
Seriously kid shut up.Grand Wizzard Alamar said:neither. a real man would fvck girls in real life when he wants to.
Your a ****ing retard.AFC Savior said:a 15 year old virgin needs to shut up
whos more of a man? the guy thats ****ing a girl he met on myspace, or the guy thats not ****ing a girl at all?
Seriously get a life.Stacks Of Terror said:Seriously kid shut up.
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.
Grand Wizzard Alamar said:neither. a real man would fvck girls in real life when he wants to.
No it isn't.AFC Savior said:when you meet a girl from myspace and ytour ****ing her in your bed, that IS real life
DJ_Matthew said:No it isn't.
A real life is having a meaningfully relationship with someone and not just having sex with girls day after day. I'm telling you if you having sex with girls day after day, your life will be miserable as f**k. That's the difference between a real DJ and a player. A player pick-ups women to hide is insecurities.
Alright you hardheaded peace of s**t.AFC Savior said:u are a clueless little ****er, whether its ****ing the same hot girl 100 times in a row, or a 100 hot girls 1 time each, its still good for ya mofo, but i sense that U are a virgin who'd take girls out to dinner and pay for them and then have a hug goodnight
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.