mongoose01
Don Juan
I don't have a squat rack yet, that's all. I'll probably just purchase one in a week or two.
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
squats
- Thread starter mongoose01
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"She Made Her Decision Before You Finished Your Sentence"
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.
"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
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.
TyTe`EyEs
Master Don Juan
I like Latinas.
DJBen
Master Don Juan
I like those cute little asians that make out to be REALLY innocent and then have some serious **** gear back at their place. That and chippolata's.
TheSplat
Master Don Juan
I like the new value menu at Taco Bell.
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
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Senior Don Juan
If you were stranded in a desert island, what would you bring?
DJBen
Master Don Juan
I can tell you what that guy WOULDNT bring.
A squat rack
A squat rack
TyTe`EyEs
Master Don Juan
I'd bring three things:
1. Bag full of shrimp
2. Latina
3. GPS cell phone (to be used after I get tired of pu$$y and shrimp)
Beat that.
1. Bag full of shrimp
2. Latina
3. GPS cell phone (to be used after I get tired of pu$$y and shrimp)
Beat that.
"You Can't Argue a Woman Into Liking 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.
DJBen
Master Don Juan
I'd bring:
Minibar
Speedboat
GPS
A change of pants and socks - You Dirty Fvckers!
Minibar
Speedboat
GPS
A change of pants and socks - You Dirty Fvckers!
AFK Protector
Master Don Juan
Yeah, someone lock and delete this **** already.