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Don Juan
hahahaha funny convo.. funny bcoz it makes no sense!
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.
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.
I love you too man! HahahahahOriginally posted by Centaurion
Thats exactly the reason why I've deleted and blocked all the 'DJs' on my MSN list (I speak to a few old timers though).
I agree w/ you man. I'd be too scared to message this guy ever..Originally posted by Duke
Alright, dude, he was just trying to make conversation. Yeah, maybe he was being a little awkward about it, but you were being rude and pissy to him for no reason.
Like when you said "You're cool." That was just a mean-spirited AMOG. WTF.
The part where it started getting a little weird was when he said "It is good you talk. I am glad you talk." That was pretty needy of him. You should have told him that what he just said was needy and tried to explain to him why neediness is bad and how he can get rid of it.
But instead, you just called him strange. He probably already holds that belief about himself, and you've just reinforced it. Good job.
Don't bother talking to any more guys who need help, because you obviously get off on the superiority trip and would rather have a laugh at their expense than actually try to help them.
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.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAOriginally posted by DJ4Real
:crackup: :crackup: :crackup: wtf? he must be on some happy gas or something. Weird guy, dude. LoL, he called you sir.
hehe lol you're the only one from this site I speak to.Originally posted by syncmaster
I love you too man! Hahahahah
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Nope. You got played by a witty foreigner.Originally posted by AC/DC
HangTen3000: haha! you are so funny
EliteMaster: i thank you i learn from the best
EliteMaster: thats you
Is anyone else terrified? [/B]
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.