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Don Juan
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Found her okcupid account, took screenshots of her slutty question/answers, emailed them to her dad.
What happens next?
What happens next?
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.
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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
I dunno, at least for them to have some sort of argumentWhat happens next? Nothing. WTF are you expecting? An email from him stating what a great son-in-law you would have been if she wasn't a wh0re? Won't happen. Let it go and move on.
He's on her side, not yours. They're likely laughing at your dumb ass. You cannot win this one. Go meet some other women and forget about her.I dunno, at least for them to have some sort of argument
This. Wtf?You should be thoroughly embarrassed and ashamed for that blatant display of faggotry and b*cthassness.
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.
You can get in good with dad if they didn't raise her to be that way. I've been in a similar situation.I don't care, just a sociopathic experiment to see if anything happens lol
Maybe that is OP's strategy.You can get in good with dad if they didn't raise her to be that way. I've been in a similar situation.
He needs to show her in dangerous situations or her being taken terrible advantage of. It will break dads heart even if he knows she does ****.Maybe that is OP's strategy.
He doesn't have to disown her. Simply let her know the error of her ways.An experiment? No, you wanted her Dad to disown her or some sh!t, you sociopath. Guess what, the world doesn't revolve around you.
It's none of butt-hurt OP's concern.He doesn't have to disown her. Simply let her know the error of her ways.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
WTF...are you trying to bang the dad or something?You can get in good with dad if they didn't raise her to be that way.
you don't do this to bang the dad. you also don't do it to necessarily get her back. you do it out of respect as a man, knowing they didn't raise the daughter like that and she's allowing her self to be used badly and putting herself in dangerous situations. so if the family wants to do something about it, they can. it's not tattle telling, it's helping a friend get off a destructive path.WTF...are you trying to bang the dad or something?
Banging her mom, sure, maybe. But going after the dad? Dang dude...
So you are white knighting for Dads now?you don't do this to bang the dad. you also don't do it to necessarily get her back. you do it out of respect as a man, knowing they didn't raise the daughter like that and she's allowing her self to be used badly and putting herself in dangerous situations. so if the family wants to do something about it, they can. it's not tattle telling, it's helping a friend get off a destructive path.
Insecure move? Probably so, but I could imagine some scenarios where I would do this.So you are white knighting for Dads now?
Hilarious.
This was nothing but a butt-hurt chode move. Stop trying to spray paint a turd orange and calling it sherbet.
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.