AC/DC
Master Don Juan
IM me on AIM. We'll talk.Originally posted by Flabbergasped?
Ah, I'm starting to see the light. Yes, AC/DC, you are the master, but how exactly did you get around to banging all those b*tches? =)
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.
IM me on AIM. We'll talk.Originally posted by Flabbergasped?
Ah, I'm starting to see the light. Yes, AC/DC, you are the master, but how exactly did you get around to banging all those b*tches? =)
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
First girl is not a 9.Originally posted by AC/DC
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This is me ready to do some damage!
This is me with a HB9 and her tities look small but they're REALLY BIG!
This is me with an HB7
This is the last girl I had sex with
Another girl I had sex with. She's a model.
I dont associate with ugly people. This is my prom date. I didn't even like her.
WHO IS THE MASTER?!
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.
This is why you sit at home and masturbate on saturday nights.Originally posted by DaKidS3
First girl is not a 9.
Second girl is not a 7.
Third girl took a stupid picture. Can't even see her face, and its in black and white.
Can't tell anything about the 4th girl.
5th girl is terrible.
Originally posted by Ace of Flames
this girl is a HB in my book, lets see what u all think.
face:
http://img9.imageshack.us/my.php?image=rad20dy.jpg
front:
http://img30.imageshack.us/my.php?image=lisahott24iz.jpg
side:
http://img30.imageshack.us/my.php?image=lisahott6dd.jpg
LOLOriginally posted by AC/DC
This is why you sit at home and masturbate on saturday nights.
Ok, easy!. lets find out, post some pics of you and you're girlsOriginally posted by DaKidS3
LOL
You don't know anything about me, nice try.
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.