diplomatic_lie
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Is there really such thing as a restaurant where girls all have giant bazookas, or is this just some myth?
"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.
What is Hooters?
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"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"
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.
diplomatic_lie
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Any shows?
Francisco d'Anconia
Master Don Juan
It's a family restaurant.
Mr. Delicious
Senior Don Juan
I am actually going to a Hooters today. They are having their annual Easter Car Show. 
"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.
diplomatic_lie
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Its a family restaurant that has women with big t!ts in tight t-shirts?
Kerensky
Master Don Juan
Er...well anyone can go. Basically, their tits aren't that huge. And the chicks aren't that hot. But they are pretty scantily clad and some waitresses are really not. Otherwise, it's just another restaurant and their food is expensive as hell.
I would not eat there again. Rating: 3.5/5 stars
I would not eat there again. Rating: 3.5/5 stars
http://www.hooters.com/
Basically you are paying for an overpriced chicken wings just so you can be served by a scantily clad hot waitress. Over hyped joint.
Basically you are paying for an overpriced chicken wings just so you can be served by a scantily clad hot waitress. Over hyped joint.
"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
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.
TheInfamousCBear
Master Don Juan
I love the wings, damn they are good...But fukk Hooters though, they dont show WWE PPV's for free anymore...We used to go up there, get a beer and some wings, and watch wrestling with all the other fans for free...
penkitten
Master Don Juan
your family might enjoy their wings at any of their fine locations however, unless it has changed , the atlanta branch is still topless and you must be 18 to eat there.
drago
Don Juan
A topless Hooters? Why didn't I think of that?
diablo
Master Don Juan
Could you link to an article substantiating this claim? I'm unable to find anything remotely verifying the accuracy of what you've said, including both searching for "atlanta topless hooters" in google, and calling the two numbers yellowpages.com has listed for Hooters in Atlanta, GA (their corporate office and a restaurant location).
penkitten
Master Don Juan
no of course i dont have a link , however, when i was 13 , i went to atlanta with my friends who were older and had 2 children younger than i and i babysat them. i actually think they brought me just to babysit at night time but that was ok, cause i got to go to six flags and stone mountain and stuff for free so it was kewl.
anyhow, they went to a local hooters and i remember them telling me that atlanta had the topless hooters when back home in birmingham the hooters chicks wore these shirts that said more than a mouthful, and i remember them saying that it was the only one they knew of that was topless.
this was like in 91 so like i said it might have changed.
"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
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.