Shiftkey
Master Don Juan
I have to choose one? 
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.
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.
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.
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.
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...
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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)
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.
^oakraiderz2 said:The big titty, fat ass, sexy eyes, cute face race.
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.