Shiftkey
Master Don Juan
I have to choose one? 
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.
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.
It's not a big deal where I live either. Maybe some parts of the US are better than others when it comes to racism.ScrewIt said:yes. go to the UK, asians/caucasians/black, they're walking around dating others of different races, etc.
no one really gives a damn or 2nd thought about race there.
Apparently the U.S. isnt ready to grow up just yet, it was built on racism.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Ah sorry guys, this was an inside joke of that every girl that i have dated for over a month ends up being a jew.~ªêQµïTª$~ said:I'm just wondering.. Are you Jewish? And if so, why arent you interested in any other women other than Jewish? I mean... What happens if you meet a girl and she is perfect to you, but she isnt Jewish? Then what?
Laterz...
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
hehe... its all good...comic_relief said:Ah sorry guys, this was an inside joke of that every girl that i have dated for over a month ends up being a jew.
basically, all my friends whenever they see a jewish female they will say "Comic's got his jewdar up"
basically it is a inside joke. I apologize but I might have mentioned it before.
comic_relief
I've noticed this too.4) Half Asian/Half _____ - For some reason, girls that are half-breeds (for lack of a better term) are some of the most attractive people to me. Chinese/White, Korean/White, Japanese/Hispanic, that sort of thing. They just usually end up with the best traits of both races. Ex: Kelly Hu, Jennifer Tilly, Brook Lee (Miss Universe '97)
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.
^oakraiderz2 said:The big titty, fat ass, sexy eyes, cute face race.
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.