WesCottII
Master Don Juan
Getting all the rage in me, out always helps. Perhaps organising a cage fight, or working the punch bag, or just hammering the weights.
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.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Shame on you!KarmaSutra said:How could I ever forget this?
Sorry Maynard![]()
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.
Sure. If enough people were interested I'd be happy to take the time to write it out step by step in detail. I kinda' doubt it, however.Señor Fingers said:I love Aboleo's idea of a DIY deprivation tank.
(You may want to start a new thread for that so you can help out people who want to do this)
I'm in love with Mary Jane. I havn't been smoking much lately, but I love getting stoned when I have the opportunity.Señor Fingers said:Smoke a fattie (very rare these days, but comes in handy)
I like sex. It's nice.Señor Fingers said:Have sex.
Driving helps me too.redspicyflag said:Recently-driving
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.
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.
I can't fault anyone for enjoying that.ValleyDJing said:Marijuana. Then...just about anything is a good time.
- Lift heavy weights.Señor Fingers said:When you can't take it anymore and life seems to be dragging you down, what do you do to get out of that funk?
For me nothing works better than
• Listening to and making music
• Dancing (even if its in my undies)
• Bike ride
• Mini-vacation / adventure with my lady
• Night out with the fellas
• Playing with my cat
Any of these things instantly dissolve my worries.
How do you guys deal with the daily grind?
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.