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Don Juan
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Escape_CK
Blv is also good
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
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!!!
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.
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.
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:
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.