"How I Made Sure No Woman Ever Friend-Zoned Me Again"
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.
Riding drunk?
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"You Can't Argue a Woman Into Liking You"
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.
Derek Flint
Master Don Juan
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They can haul you in for being Drunk in Public.
PRMoon
Master Don Juan
Only if you REALLY piss the cop off or he's in a bad mood.
"So, What Do You Do for Fun?"
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Bloke
Senior Don Juan
I'd arrest you for being a dumbarse
penkitten
Master Don Juan
unless he says " son get out of the car" and you say " officer are you commanding me to get out of the car"
then he will get really mad and try to arrest you for being publicly intoxicated. and you will have to say " but the officer commanded me to get out of the car, so i did because he forced me to. i didnt want to be publicly intoxicated. i wanted to be drunk in a bar, and then drunk at home. "
it never really goes over too well because they see you as a punk, however how can he arrest you if he commanded you to get out of the car?
I was in Mexico with some friends. We came in two cars, and the driver of the second car left without telling anybody, leaving us with my 5 seater car and 7 passengers. Obviously I'm not leaving my friends in Mexico, and we pile into my car. We had a designated driver, and off the cheap tequila I managed to get so drunk that I don't even really know what's going on, nor do I care much at the time.
Apparently our sober driver was a complete idiot who claimed she didn't know how to get back to the highway, and made my friend drive "just to the highway". He hadn't had much to drink, so nobody thought it'd be a problem.
We didn't get 10 feet out of the parking lot before a cop noticed a car with 7 people leaving from the parking lot where all the college kids park to walk across the bridge and get hammered where the drinking age is 18 and of course he pulls us over. With 6 drunk people in the car, it smells like a brewery, and the cop goes right into a sobriety test for my friend who is driving.
My friend passed, but they still gave him a DUI because he was under 21. He made us all get out of the car, and asked if anybody is sober, informing us that my car will be towed if nobody capable of driving comes forward. Our dumbass sober driver freaks out and tells the cop that she had a sip of beer (which is true... she had A SIP... I don't know why she said anything) and the cop refuses to allow her to drive because she is under 21 and he doesn't believe her that she only had a sip.
So the seven of us are outside on the streets of el paso, a few of us so drunk we can't walk, and I'm arguing with the cop trying to convince him not to tow my car. He gives me 30 minutes to find a sober driver, and I'm calling everyone I know at three o'clock on a Thursday night begging them to drive the 30 minutes down to pick us up so I don't get my car impounded...
And the whole time the cop never said anything about the fact that we were all under 21 and there being a law in Texas against being a minor and drunk called "Minor in consumption", forget about drunk in public. After all was said and done, we found a ride but not somebody to drive my car and they just gave it a $10 parking ticket.
Here's a picture I took of my roommate while waiting for the cops to decide what they were going to do with us
http://img361.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscf00654pa.jpg
I was so drunk that night, I only found my car the next day because I can read the street sign in the background of that picture
Oh, and they pulled over another car for yelling out the window at us as they drove by
All you have to do is be cool to the cops, really
But I still maintain it's stupid to ride with a drunk driver
"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"
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.