penkitten
Master Don Juan
its clean
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.
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.
................................... Andy belted a loud scream "WAIIITTTT!"Interceptor said:...TouchMeThere.
So Andy and Stud stood there mouth agaoe and said: "DO we know you?"
And TouchMeThere said "Yes, you slept me with me once. The two of yous. And then you kicked me to the curb!"
Andy and Stud looked at each other and scratched there heads and said "Was it goodf? 'cause we don't remember....... SWISH!
The sound of a sharp blade came inches away from their face as TouchMeThere screamed "Silence, you scoundrels!! I've been huntung you down for years!! Years! Now I will take my sweet revenge on you!!"
And with that she began swinging wildly at Andy and Stud , chasing after them and leaping high into the air while screaming bloodcurdling screams.
"Die! Die!! You foul , filthy bastard!! You will pay for the insult you have done to me!"
Andy and Stud found themselves in a horrible circumstance!
What a nightmare!!
TouchMethere was about to kill them! When suddenly, out of nowhere........
"who the heck brought back this thread.."DavenJuan said:................................... Andy belted a loud scream "WAIIITTTT!"
full of emotional outrage, tears ran down TouchMethere's cheek while she held the blade over Andys juggler, waiting impatiently for his response..
"I do remember her" he told Stud. "she is that poster from LS that we tracked down and questioned about her strongly opinionated views"
Stud snatched the blade from TouchMethere's hand with a small but effective smile of relief said ........
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.
...His d!ck popped up and said...j0n024 said:Look like a fool for he was looking in the mirror and trying to see his future when all of a sudden.....
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.
goddess..of tv that is.. and on her show today, we saw...Gubby said:The apocalypse happens, the universe ends and begins again, the world reappears, loads of sh'it happens and in the end we return to where we were previously, more or less, except that everyone has green skin and Oprah is God.
Satan repent.... then god laughed and took his mask off to show that he was the real satan all this time.... then satan takes off his own mask to show himself as god............ then superman arrived on scene and killed them both.penkitten said:goddess..of tv that is.. and on her show today, we saw...
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.
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.