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Master Don Juan
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Can this user be banned? It's my wife trying to spy on all the posts I make. This is supposed to be a private discussion of real mean, no wives are allowed.
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 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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Actually I TOLD her my username. It was dumb, but I really have nothing to hide. Why should I run around and cover my tracks like a p/ssy?Jaylan said:Dang. Id like to think that in 2013, guys can become at least tech savvy enough that they know how to cover their internet tracks from women. Hell, just deleting history and cookies could prevent most women from being able to know what a guy is doing online.
O wells, good luck OP. You will need it. Your privacy is pretty much gone.
From now on, surf on your phone, or do it on a computer thats not a home pc.
ThunderMaverick said:Malice, this is a serious question.
Do you take meds? Have you been diagnosed with any kind of mental disorder or have doctors checked you out? Honest to God i'm not trying to be mean. I'm actually concerned. You mentioned the drinking in the other thread (as well as the pot) so it's unsettling. Have you thought about seeking a therapist?
Well, if you log in under her account and post a bunch of spam, I might consider it.Malice said:Can this user be banned?
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
No you dumbass, you have to post that under HER account nameMalice said:Anyone else pre order the Playstation 4? Check out this game:
Malice:
Can this user be banned? It's my wife trying to spy on all the posts I make.
Robert Greene would have a field day with you. The second rule of Fight Club is to own the consequences of your actions.Actually I TOLD her my username. It was dumb, but I really have nothing to hide. Why should I run around and cover my tracks like a p/ssy?
I got a good laugh outta that hahahaDesdinova said:No you dumbass, you have to post that under HER account name
Desdinova said:No you dumbass, you have to post that under HER account name
Not only did I tell her, but since we live together, I am not going to be a p/ssy and clear my history and look over my shoulder all the time. I don't give a f/ck. Let her read.Deep Dish said:Robert Greene would have a field day with you. The second rule of Fight Club is to own the consequences of your actions.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
I never "invited" her. Let's clear that up right now. She obviously snoops in my internet history (what woman wouldn't?), and since I am not a complete p/ssy like some people in this thread telling me to clear my history, I let it slide. Because I won't be looking over my shoulder all the time giving a f/ck about stupid things like clearing my history, when I am doing nothing wrong.Deep Dish said:Malice, the point is you’re making a thread about it. The part about trying to get her banned, after inviting her, as if that would have accomplished anything, anyhow.
You should each have your own computer and they should be password protected. You both deserve your privacy. Why do you allow your wife to snoop through your personal stuff? You should have set that **** straight from the get go. No sense being married if you can't trust each other.Malice said:I never "invited" her. Let's clear that up right now.....I won't be looking over my shoulder all the time giving a f/ck about stupid things like clearing my history, when I am doing nothing wrong.
hockster said:You should each have your own computer and they should be password protected. You both deserve your privacy. Why do you allow your wife to snoop through your personal stuff? You should have set that **** straight from the get go. No sense being married if you can't trust each other.