Microphone Fiend
Master Don Juan
yea, i think Jayer is gonna start the next one soonFoolsCause said:How about moving on to the next chapter? We've been on the Siren chapter for weeks now.
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.
yea, i think Jayer is gonna start the next one soonFoolsCause said:How about moving on to the next chapter? We've been on the Siren chapter for weeks now.
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.
FoolsCause said:Interesting that you say Rake and Coquette are the two best methods of seducing women because they're basically opposites. The Rake is the HOT dog (or pepe lepew) who wears his emotions on his sleeve. The Coquette is the COOL cat, emotionally cold, aloof and elusive (penelope *****cat). The Rake is YANG, bold and masculine. The Coquette is YIN, passive and feminine.
You say coquette is the best for maximum body count, but from my personal experience, I'm not sure this is true. I tend to be narcissistic, aloof and unemotional, but this hasn't helped me since most women don't like to chase. When I was a child, alot of girls let it be known that they liked me, but passively waiting around to hear which women like you doesn't seem very effective for adult men. Also, how can a man approach women while retaining the coquette strategy? Approaching is in and of itself NOT aloof.
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.
Thanks man. Would've been here sooner, but I can see it's a very slow thread. So I never saw on the front page.Jayer said:BlackJackal great analysis. I'm glad you are on this thread especially since you seem like you have some real world tales to add to the discussion.
I'm going to add my 2 cents about the chapters shortly and then I think we should move in. Even if something is self explanatory like CreateReality says I think we owe it to the study to at least give it some attention.
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.
A woman never quite feels desired and appreciated enough. She wants attention, but a man is too often distracted and unresponsive. The Rake is a great female fantasy figure-when he desires a woman, breif though that moment may be, he will go to the ends of the earth for her. He may be disloyal, dishonest, and amoral, but that only adds to his appeal.
Unlike the normal, cautious male, the Rake is delightfully unrestrained, a slave to his love of women. There is the added lure of his reputation: so many women have succumbed to him, there has to be a reason. Words are a woman's weakness and the Rake is a master of seductive language. Stir a woman's repressed longings by adapting the Rake's mix of danger and pleasure.
Intense desire has a distracting power on a woman, just as the Siren's physical presence does on a man. A woman is often defensive and can sense insincerity or calculation. But if she feels consumed by your attentions, and is confident you will do anything for her, she will notice nothing else about you, or will find a way to forgive your indiscretions.
The key is to show no hesitation, to abandon all restraint, to let yourself go, to show you cannot control yourself and are fundamentally weak. Do not worry about inspiring mistrst; as long as you are the slave of her charms, she will not think of the aftermath.
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.