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Don Juan
Signature _ Kenneth Cole
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Lacoste_red bottle
Escape_CK
Blv is also good
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.
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.
Absolutely right. D&G is best at night when it's cool. If you wear it and sweat the tobacco tinge is filtered out and loses it's essence.Lord Shinra said:I tend to use either Dolce and Gabbana during the evening, especially when its cold out.
I'm sure English Leather is in there somewhere.Last Man Standing said:Brut, High Karate, and Right Guard!!!
LECTRIC SHAVE and AQUA VELVA!!!! :rockon:Last Man Standing said:Brut, High Karate, and Right Guard!!!
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.
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.
Abercrombe and Fitch. a girl I used to date picked it out for me. I have no idea if it works or not, as I haven't gotten any compliments except from her.DonRaul said:What cologne do you guys use?
My personal favorites are:
* Jean Paul Gautier
* Burberry London
Of Course!!!KarmaSutra said:I'm sure English Leather is in there somewhere.
Yes! YES!! YES!!!!! I thought I was the only one left!Francisco d'Anconia said:LECTRIC SHAVE and AQUA VELVA!!!! :rockon:
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.