penkitten
Master Don Juan
regular cheerios
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
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.
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.
hmmmmm.... cheeerios. they're pretty good.penkitten said:regular cheerios
they are good for your heart too .brucevangeorge said:hmmmmm.... cheeerios. they're pretty good.
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.
Hahahaha. Well, assuming this isn't a BS troll post, I gather that you don't know that limbs start rotting from gangrene on you when type II diabetes destroys the circulation to your lower limbs? Or that diabetes II can cause your retina to pull away from the back of your eye socket?brucevangeorge said:I LIVE my life peoples! I don't want no healthy foods like oatmeal or fruits or veg tables. I want SUGAR! SUGAR SUGAR SUGAR!!!
****ty food = great life.
If you don't let yourself loose and eat all this garbage you might die at 50 and regret that you've never had a deep-fried twinkie, or a deep-fried mars bar or hell even that 60lb hamburger they have in some joints.
Who cares about eating healthy and prolonging life? You're going to die anyway. Might as well enjoy it and eat all the garbage you can. That way when you have an autopsy at the hospital from dying of multiple heart faliure... you'll give that doctor a field day!
Live life, eat sh!t.
It's supposed to be sarcastic.Boschy said:Hahahaha. Well, assuming this isn't a BS troll post, I gather that you don't know that limbs start rotting from gangrene on you when type II diabetes destroys the circulation to your lower limbs? Or that diabetes II can cause your retina to pull away from the back of your eye socket?
Yeah, sounds like real fun to me!!![]()
Holy crap! I didn't know that. I'm going to avoid that from now on.Docs said:Ok, comeon here.
And I better not eat AllBran, because it withholds my a**h*** from spraying.
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.
This space age crap has got to stop you know? I thought good old zinc was the way to gozink!
Thanks for making the signal-to-noise ratio on the Internet a teeny bit worse.brucevangeorge said:It's supposed to be sarcastic.
You know.... sarcasm?
I realize that its hard to tell by reading just text, but try to use your imaginaion and read between the lines.
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.