Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
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.
I worked with a guy from Dallas that took a chainsaw to most belongings to 'split things equally'.Cobra tate.... Burn everything.
I will set everything off on fire before funding her cawk carousel fund.
The house and every red cent. A dude did it recently.
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.
good for him, the brother I worked with is a great guy, hard worker, U.S veteran...it was a funny/painful story for him.Pre nuptial created well before wedding and reviewed by her attorney. I have also seen the chain saw method!!! When I was younger I was archery hunting and came out of the woods. While loading up my car one of guys that owns the neighboring property called me to his front porch. He has a chain saw and axe... told me to go thru his house and if I wanted anything to take it. He told me he just found out his wife was cheating and she was at work. I got myself a tv, DVD player, and a mini fridge... he then destroyed everything in his house. A few weeks later I was hunting and saw him again. He told me she called the cops and they told her she was out of luck since it’s all marital property he can do what he wants.
Fancy restaurants with big tips is plausible too. I know I've spent a shytton at high end places trying to get to know the chef's palate and testing myself if I could identify recipe ingredients by taste as a sole patron.I learned this from a business partner a couple years ago... Start stashing cash.
Take out reasonable increments which could be explained away to a "gambling problem" or "a new hobby".
When married, I had lots of nights at the bar with buddies that would cost hundreds of dollars. Do that for a period of time, and it really adds up.
You could also liquidate unnecessary things, and turn it into cash. Someone could easily blow a savings or retirement account on "excessive spending", or completely irresponsible spending.
If you have kids, make sure to factor that into where you liquidate your cash. A man with a significant gambling problem could pose a liability as a proper caregiver for his children.
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.
deleting post in 10, 9, 8, .....Write a massive check to your parents, have them deposit it, wait 2 weeks, divorce, then tell them to write it back to you.
Or start up a new company and file it as a C-Corp, and put it in your mom or dad’s name (or anyone who is super close to you) and make them the CEO and/or president or whatever. Pay the company all of your life’s savings, then take out a mortgage out on the home (and possibly the cars too; shoot, just take out a loan in your soon-to-be exwife’s name even) and pay it all to the ‘company’ too. Next, tell your work that you will need to quit for the time being but will be back soon, and that they need to take you completely off their records immediately while you file for Chapter 7 bankruptcy. It’ll ruin your credit, but also hers as well on anything that has a joint name attached to it. Once this is done, divorce her and tell the judge that she makes more money than you so that she has to pay you alimony instead. The bank will own the house at this point, but all you have to do is now sign a contract with the C-Corp you created and provide them/it a ‘service’ (you can just bs this lol) and pay yourself back all the money you just lost to buy back your technically foreclosed home and your cars. Once all is said and done, close down the C-Corp so that the IRS doesn’t think about auditing you or the company (otherwise you risk possible jail time).
This is technically money laundering so overall you may lose some money due to taxes, but it still beats getting cucked by the courts. Plus, you may actually profit from this if you took another separate loan out in her name anyway. It’s what she gets for cheating and being a bitch lol
Disclaimer: This is for educational and entertainment purposes only, and is not legal and/or financial advice.
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If more fellas go Cobra Tate... Burn it all like Hank Scorpio female logic can have half of nothing.I worked with a guy from Dallas that took a chainsaw to most belongings to 'split things equally'.
Funny as hell but hey, it made him feel better.
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.
And if you're going to hide it in a safe deposit box, do it in a bank that's at least two states away. Asset searches cost money and typically they are done in the state in question and in adjacent states. And go paperless with the statements using an email account dedicated to that purpose. Also include receipts showing that you withdrew the money from a legitimate source so that the IRS or a criminal investigator can see that they aren't ill-gotten gains.I learned this from a business partner a couple years ago... Start stashing cash.
Yeah this is completely true, especially since 2013. Apparently there was this one case where the judge just completely threw out the prenup so yeah. They’re not bulletproof.1) Pre-nuptials can apparently be completely ignored, even if both parties signed with an attorney's help. Always in the woman's favor. You can read more about this online.
What the hell!? How are we supposed to protect ourselves now?I'm not a legal expert, so just throwing in two cents:
1) Pre-nuptials can apparently be completely ignored, even if both parties signed with an attorney's help. Always in the woman's favor. You can read more about this online.
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.