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Don Juan
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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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
I have to spread the rep around before I get back to you Joe.Joe Stud said:Here's another (alternate) approach:
If he knows a HB10 female friend, ask her for a favor: Do exactly the same thing... bringing her home to sleep on the same couch. Make sure shes dressed sexy as all heck. In the morning, do the same thing... get all dolled up, lots of expensive cologne on, etc. drive her home.
If the wife says anything.. say "Why honey, dont you trust me? I did trust YOU when you did the same"!
if nothing else... it should be fun!
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.
Kailex said:while singing some female R&b song about being independent.
Bull****, bull****, bull****.UPDATE: Hey folks... sorry for the slow update. I tried to read a lot of the comments, but got the general consensus down to the fact that I am a giant ***** and if I were a real man I would have pulled out a steak knife, gutted that son of a ***** in the basement, then proceed to grind his bones into chili and feed it to my girlfriend for ****ing with me. Unfortunately for the redditors out there that did not happen. Instead, I talked to her and found out that the dude is having some serious issues with his family and the reason for the excessive drinking. She was concerned that he wouldn't be able to explain to the cab where he lived because he is new to the town and could barely talk he was so bombed, so she offered our place. This is fitting to her usual character as she is extremely opposed to drunk driving. I did let her know that it still wasn't really cool with me, and that she should have at least let me know that he was staying. Had a fantastic evening and day today... things are great. After reading my initial post I realize it sounds a lot worse than it was. There are several details that I didn't mention, such as my girlfriend doesn't drink excessively (she'll have 1 or 2 but that's it) and that night was the first time she had gone to the bar for over a year. Thanks to the Redditors who gave the valuable advice and support. For the other Redditors... sorry I'm such a gigantic fag ***** with no balls.
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.