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Don Juan
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im 17. she doesn't look or act her age. i quite like her. i am considering to start seeing her. yes or no.
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.
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.
I would say no, unless there is true feelings, but i'll say this.Elti Boi said:im 17. she doesn't look or act her age. i quite like her. i am considering to start seeing her. yes or no.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
john paul said:just know that some of your friends might get jelous if she is sexy and start calling you a pedifile
i did that over a year and a half and they still call me a sex offender soemtimes
I wonder what sosuave moderators will think of a SEXUAL PREDATOR being reported. You sick bastardElti Boi said:im 17. she doesn't look or act her age. i quite like her. i am considering to start seeing her. yes or no.
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.
dude is from canada. http://www.web.ca/clgro/consent.htmGreengrass said:I wonder what sosuave moderators will think of a SEXUAL PREDATOR being reported. You sick bastard
Yeah, mess with a girl who can get you in jail when you can do the exact same thing to a girl who won't get you in jail outside of rape, sounds like a plan to me.Quiksilver said:Fvck the haters, do what you want. I'm 19, and when I was 18 I hooked up with a 14 year old(mega hottie, one of those "wow she's THAT young?" girls) Her brother was there to, to "look out for her" which I found funny.
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'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.