Crosstimbers Okie
Don Juan
- Joined
- Mar 7, 2018
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- 127
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When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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.
I stopped reading when I saw that the article and the book mentioned in the article are both written by women.
David is probably not a woman. Just by reading the article, and how dismayed the journalist is, the book seems to unravel a lot of truths.I stopped reading when I saw that the article and the book mentioned in the article are both written by women.
David is a cuck or gay.The co-author's name is David.
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.
I didn't see a list of 237...David is a cuck or gay.
I stopped reading when I saw that the article and the book mentioned in the article are both written by women.
So most reasons are not "pleasure" according to this Butch viewpoint.one is butch, and militant looking......took one look at her picture and stopped reading.....
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.
Depending on her attitude, workplace environment and social circle, this could last nearly two decades past her twenties.Status with her social circle is probably the number one reason to have sex amongst high SMV women in their twenties. She might be "attracted" but only because her friends would be, too.
It's almost as if their base nature is sluts in competition to see who can get the most best ****...Status with her social circle is probably the number one reason to have sex amongst high SMV women in their twenties. She might be "attracted" but only because her friends would be, too.
Thus you must make them compete.It's almost as if their base nature is sluts in competition to see who can get the most best ****...
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.
You know this type?It's almost as if their base nature is sluts in competition to see who can get the most best ****...
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.