frivolousz21
Master Don Juan
im glad that im a kbj....really...that makes my day to have you call me that...you must be the most proud guy now.KBJ who actually make theories that are interesting are the best kind... thanks friv
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
im glad that im a kbj....really...that makes my day to have you call me that...you must be the most proud guy now.KBJ who actually make theories that are interesting are the best kind... thanks friv
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.
The point is, they're getting women. Who give a sh!t how they do it? Most of the chicks you pull in the club probably have MySpace accounts, so what difference does it make in what venue you meet them?frivolousz21 said:but they get there women from the internet.
Yes KBJ are our nations saviours. Without them we wouldn't have televisions, telephones, the wheel, language, emoticaons, or soft chairs to sit on.frivolousz21 said:im glad that im a kbj....really...that makes my day to have you call me that...you must be the most proud guy now.
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.
oh well, only time will tell which you really are.
a what test?Just consider it a shyt test... you failed
Those would be my sentiments too, were it not for the fact that a lot of girls seem to be liking emo guys these days.Holland said:Good for us. More AFC's, so it gets easyer for us![]()
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.
flippinfreak said:I'm not trying to feel superior, I'm just seeing if you pay attention to the body of the messsage, or the negative statements.
Just consider it a shyt test... you failed![]()
johnmich said:i hold doors open for people
me tooWyldfire said:I think myspace is dumb...
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.
Make it 2.flippinfreak said:I just checked my user controls and it says I've recieved only one bad reputation point. That's pretty funny![]()
LOL! We need this smiley for situations like this:( . )( . ) said:but in this particular "battle of the retards" flippinfreak wins out.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.