Shivastorm_88
Senior Don Juan
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I'm assuming it's related to the concept introduced by the Matrix, but what do you guys refer to when you mention it? Haven't been on here in ages to be honest.
"She Wants a Man, Not a Boy"
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.
Red pill? What is it?
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"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
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.
Big Nuts
Senior Don Juan
Red Pill = To understand everything you've ever been told about women is an absolute lie. Learn it, live it, love it.
Never, Ever let a woman run your show.
Never, Ever let a woman run your show.
Serenity
Moderator
It's to face reality and many of it's uncomfortable truths, then learn to deal with it. To do that you have to admit to yourself that you might have been wrong about some things. Something people find incredibly hard these days.
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
Atom Smasher
Master Don Juan
All this time I thought the red pill was my One-a-Day Vitamin.