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Don Juan
lmao, that goes perfectly with one of the worst pickup lines ever:Originally posted by Stud
i'm gonna try to find a costume of the king from the burger king commercials..thatd be sweet.
"Hey babe, want a whopper?"
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.
lmao, that goes perfectly with one of the worst pickup lines ever:Originally posted by Stud
i'm gonna try to find a costume of the king from the burger king commercials..thatd be sweet.
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.
Are ya gonna wear THESE BAD BOYS?Originally posted by Gonzalo
Rex, from the Rex-Kwon-Do academy.
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.
Ahh crap, cigar. The one thing I forgot. I'm not gonna feel like walking around with it in my mouth the whole time, though. Is/was it typical to carry cigars in the breast pocket of the jacket at all? At least that way it would be visible and I wouldn't have to hold it the whole time.Originally posted by SamMalone
Costume party tonight and I dont know what I'm going to be! I might go as a mobster with black slacks,black shoes, a nice button down and slicked back hair with a cigar though, since I have all that right now so I wouldnt have to spend any money.
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.