DreamyChick
Master Don Juan
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Lonely
Unlovely
Troubled
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.
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 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.
Wow, I can't believe that Mr. Cassanova finally acknowledges my presence here after a year and a half. I could care less what you think. I just thought it was a clever acronym and food for thought. Go climb back into the linen closet.
Boy, people would think you'd be happy he came out of the linen-closet to acknowledge you...Originally posted by DreamyChick
Wow, I can't believe that Mr. Cassanova finally acknowledges my presence here after a year and a half. I could care less what you think. I just thought it was a clever acronym and food for thought. Go climb back into the linen closet.
That was no clever acronym but I got a few:Originally posted by DreamyChick
I just thought it was a clever acronym and food for thought.
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.
considering "slut" only applys to gurls, ware you trying to tell us something about your self. I'ts ok, let it all outOriginally posted by DreamyChick
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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.
No I wouldn't apply the term to myself, but people wonder why some women are promicuous so there you go.Originally posted by spider_007
considering "slut" only applys to gurls, ware you trying to tell us something about your self. I'ts ok, let it all out:cheer:
Originally posted by DrMetallica
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