backbreaker
Master Don Juan
on a saturday night, and you had 20 dollars to buy something to eat... where do you go?
nothing beats drunken waffle house IMHO.
nothing beats drunken waffle house IMHO.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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.
+1PRMoon said:Roberto's Taco Shop is my late night drunk stop. Carne asada steak fries soak up the booze like no other. It cures what ails ya.
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.
backbreaker said:on a saturday night, and you had 20 dollars to buy something to eat... where do you go?
nothing beats drunken waffle house IMHO.
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.
*high fives* Bit of mint sauce, can't go wrong.Ease said:Here in UK we have Kebab shops for this purpose.
Hahahaha, beautiful.backbreaker said:when i was.. 22 years old, one night i decided i ust wanted to go to the strip club, so i went to the strip club, spent some money, got **** faced drunk off white russians and jaggerbombs and i'm driving home and decide i am hungry. so then i see this taco bell, so i get a nacho bell grande and some other crap
anyway, i'm so drunk i started eating the nachos, and fell asleep with one in my mouth, hanging off the couch. how this was physically possible i have no idea but i pulled it off. the chip was logged in my throat and i developed acid reflux from that.
so, let the lesson be learned, do not go to sleep with chips in your mouth hanging up side down
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Nice.backbreaker said:got **** faced drunk off white russians and jaggerbombs and i'm driving home
Roadkill?spider_007 said:grab some discusting street meat.
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.