So Many Ways
Master Don Juan
I did, there's nothing there.Originally posted by JoeBlack
checkl your pm.
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 did, there's nothing there.Originally posted by JoeBlack
checkl your pm.
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.
Whenever you're trying to learn a new skill it's common to get these feelings. You'd probably agree that, while perhaps a bit frustrated, you're at a better point than when you first began, no?I just feel completely off, like I can't hold a conversation if my life depended on it. Plus approach anxiety has sunk back in. The progress that I had a month ago seems to have stalled.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
Pook sounds like a nerd, reminds me of that guy from wizard of oz who turns out to be full of sh1tOriginally posted by booga
+1 for what the Gipper said. Sometimes I feel like *I* am one of the few who actually hit up real live women, & I'm no Pook, I'm just a noob.
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.
I've been to El Ranchito on Tuesday nights, when I went, which was probably 8 or 9 months ago, it was mostly dudes, hardly any chicks.Originally posted by brosnake
Hey dude,
Do you ever go down to the Newport Beach area? There's Sharkeyz, Goat Hill, Sutra, Yard House, Cassidys, and like 3 other smaller places. Tuesdays nights it gets pretty banging at El Ranchito which is near Sharkeyz. Its a $5 cover and all you can eat tacos. Cool place, lots of chickas (21-27 age range).
Keep up the good work dude and if you ever need a wing in Orange County look me up.
See ya at El Ranchito tonight!
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.