Dante420
Master Don Juan
Send her flowers?
"She's Out of Your League"
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.
What Does a DJ Do When a Bitter Girl Keys Your Ride?
- Thread starter Dante420
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"You Can't Argue a Woman Into Liking 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.
Dante420
Master Don Juan
mikeyb said:
Nah if a girl keys your car, what is the best way to handle it.
Metaphorically speaking, sending flowers would be the ultimate opposite of a DJ's intentions, thus a metaphoric rejection.
However that was just there for humor
What do you do? tell her to pay for the damages and if she wants to get back at your good side she has to sincerely be sorry and make it up to you (at this point you can dump her ass after she makes it up to you if you wishes)
If she refuses to pay, then sue her.
Just think if a guy would have done it how would you have reacted?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VO48Vr4KIc8
If she refuses to pay, then sue her.
Just think if a guy would have done it how would you have reacted?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VO48Vr4KIc8
"Nervous Around Beautiful Women? There's a Rule for That"
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Da Realist
Master Don Juan
Bang her best friend
Dante420
Master Don Juan
Da Realist said:
Has no female friends, I slapped her best friend.
Paying for it? She'd never. So I guess I'm going to go with the fix it up and act like it didn't happen option
Do you always let people walk all over you? are you that desperate for her pvssy that you let her treat your property like sh1t and look the other way?!Dante420 said:
Just letting you know, letting her get away with this sh1t will set a very bad precedent for her future actions towards you, now that she knows you don't have the balls to say anything about it.
Not dealing with it is the worst decision you can make.
Bluesteak
Don Juan
If it was a guy, there would be a fight at the least...
Dante420
Master Don Juan
DJDamage said:
What can I do?
She's not in my life anymore, it's an ex-girlfriend. There's really nothing I can do
"She Made Her Decision Before You Finished Your Sentence"
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.
Da Realist
Master Don Juan
Kill a random bum, stash him in her house, set off a couple barrels of gasoline in a hospital with a note saying she did it, dress her up like a clown, tape a gun to her hand and put some over mouth so she can't talk, call the cops to her place, and see what happens afterward.
Or just take her to court if you got evidence.
Or just take her to court if you got evidence.
scrouds
Master Don Juan
call her up and confront her about the car... and record her confession. Then sue.
Hidden-Hand
Don Juan
haha smart. I"d call the cops. That girl is nutso.
scrouds
Master Don Juan
...Call the cops...
That's what I thought originally... but all the cops really do is take a report if there's no evidence and hand you a copy (if you're lucky) so you can claim your insurance if you have comp.
That's what I thought originally... but all the cops really do is take a report if there's no evidence and hand you a copy (if you're lucky) so you can claim your insurance if you have comp.
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
penkitten
Master Don Juan
presses charges
Ridingthelightning
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Exactly what you should do. If you can prove she did it then you take her to court.
Dante420
Master Don Juan
scrouds said:
That's what happened
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.