DreamyChick
Master Don Juan
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I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
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.
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.
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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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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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.
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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