MushroomGod
Don Juan
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"I rubbed one out thinking about you today."
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.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Damn, there is this girl that always calls me cute, I'm so going to use this on her the next time she says itHaley said:I had just met this one girl in the hall who was friend of another chick I knew, and after a few minutes of conversation, she said:
"You're such a cutie."
I took it almost as an insult and said with a sexy grin on my face...
"Hey, I'm more than that, trust me." *wink*
She just kind of melted all over me after that.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
I don't get it either... were you calling her a shemale?TheCraziestJ said:While at the bowling alley last Thursday:
HB7: (to some guy she’s bowling with in the lane next to mine) Hey! Let go of my ball!
TheCraziestJ: Amazing! I Think it, you say it!
(she doesn’t seem to get the humor)
TheCraziestJ: Don’t worry, you’ll understand it a little later.
that was classic AFC, not smooth newbie...ThatGuyOverThere said:Girl: You always seem so happy when I see you!
Me: Maybe it's because whenever you are around I can't help but be happy.
Girl: Wow, that was smooth...
Me:![]()
THE_ADDMAN said:not the smoothest, but this is something pretty smooth I said a few weeks ago
(we were at work, and she was trying to get me to take a shift for her)
Her: want to take a shift for me?
Me: nah, cant.
Her: c'mon, you know you love me
Me: ... *looked up her body slowly, then right in her eyes* parts of you.
Her: :O! *slaps me on the chest playfully*
Me: *smirk*
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.
I think that one all depends on your delivery....it's easy to make that one sound bad lol.moosebutter said:I've got a few, but this one has got to be my favorite. This is just after we both moved into the same apartment complex.
Me: Hi Jenny
Her: I've forgotten your name
Me: Oh, that's ok. It's Mike. I have a hard time remembering girls' names after I've met them, especially if they're attractive. I was lucky with your name.
Her: (Looks embarrassed) (She makes an attempt to say my name, but forgets again)
Me: Oh, I must be attractive. It's Mike.
Her friend is sitting next to her and purposefully calls me by the wrong name just before we part ways. She forgot my name again. It was classic.![]()
Umm....how exactly is that cliche?Purple-Haze said:This may be cliche...but it definitely caught my attention.
He and I were joking and I was engaging in a little bit of flirty verbal sparring. I said something (alluding to his inability to woo me...anyway this wasn't explicit but was the gist of the jokey "tehe" flirting).
Anyway, he responded with, "baby, I ain't no one-trick pony." It was the way he said it, the pause before he said it, and that sexy laugh after he said it.
*SWOOOOON*
Well the phrase "one trick pony" is cliche b/c I've heard that line before (in various contexts).ARrocket said:Umm....how exactly is that cliche?
I think this reiterates how important it is that no matter what you say, you have to say it with confidence and with power.
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.
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.