Julius_Seizeher
Master Don Juan
Then send them to her in an envelope, with a handwritten letter saying "I found these, and they reminded me of 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.
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.
Then why did you mention it in the first place?CORVETTE06 said:i'd rather not talk about it, buts its not herpes
I'm new here and by no means any where near as experienced as some of the other guys here. However, here's my take:CORVETTE06 said:Do you think she cheated on me? She cried and said she swares she didn't cheat on me. She actually turned it around and blamed it on me, and said that I cheated.
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She also went away to florida without me for spring break. She called me while she was there crying, saying that she got in a fight with her sister. She said her sister was mad at her and that she might call me and tell me that she cheated on me - and that I shouldn't believe it.
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.
You could make them sign a contract so if they cheat on you it's lawsuit time.CORVETTE06 said:you could, but then you gotta worry about them cheating on you. that's how i got mine. make sure that you can trust them, that's the key
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Probably got fvcked like one too behind your back. Why do you want her so bad, you want to start an STD collection?CORVETTE06 said:I did dump her. the only thing is she was really hot (HB10) and looked like a porn star.
Desert Fox said:congrats she cheated on you and left you with a little present.
SURPRISE! ITS A FUKKIN STD. hahaha you idiot.
don't lay h0rs. you can prevent this by dating high quality women and not being so desperate to resort to H0RS like ur gf. kthxbai
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.
Hot damn ! I dated her mother !CORVETTE06 said:I did dump her. the only thing is she was really hot (HB10) and looked like a porn star.
There's low quality women, so there must be high quality too. Somewhere.horaholic said:Read my lips: There is no such fvcking thing as a high quality woman!!!
Strap up! Why go to clinic? Do NO oral on her and dont let her do it on you unless you wanna go the next level.CORVETTE06 said:you could, but then you gotta worry about them cheating on you. that's how i got mine. make sure that you can trust them, that's the key
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.