WhitePimp
Master Don Juan
When you keep forgetting time and time again that "nice girls" dont want to be treated like princesses, but like goddamn objects of sex too!
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.
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.
:crackup:DogFashionDisco said:When you think you have true love and then you catch the early flight home from San Diego and a couple of nude people jump out of your bathroom blindfolded like a goddamn magic show ready to double team your girlfriend...
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.
DogFashionDisco said:When you think you have true love and then you catch the early flight home from San Diego and a couple of nude people jump out of your bathroom blindfolded like a goddamn magic show ready to double team your girlfriend...
Disagree. This even happens to the best DJ's out there. Does that mean they're AFC?Rollo Tomassi said:She's reacted coldly to a kiss or other casual physical contact at least once (this includes giving you the cheek when you lean in to kiss her goodnight).
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.
guiltyRollo Tomassi said:when you deliberately do more sets of a particular exercise at the gym because you're in the vicinity of a hot girl
Is it me, or does that line never get old?1. All your base are belong to us.
What you say?!!!Desdinova said:Is it me, or does that line never get old?![]()
LOL! Yeah, women can cause otherwise masculine men to sound like petunia pickin' pansies. I'll have to try your approach to that one. "How come you never call ME pumpkin, a55hole."Man, I'll be with some dude, talking all swears and rough, then suddenly "Hello, sweetie. Meow, meow, meow. Poo-poo, goo-goo. Bye."
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.
I had a roommate that talked like that, even worse once he was sleeping, his phone rang and he answered in a high pitch voice:Man, I'll be with some dude, talking all swears and rough, then suddenly "Hello, sweetie. Meow, meow, meow. Poo-poo, goo-goo. Bye."
Maddox does seem AFC...PeterNorthisawesome said:.... when you drop names in conversations without properly introducing the new characters first, so you'll be sitting at your desk waiting for your boss to leave so you can go home early, when suddenly a co-worker will drop by and just start talking about Jack or John or Dwayne, and you're wondering who the hell still names their kid "Dwayne," and when the exact moment was that you decided your life was for sale at an hourly rate of $16.75, give or take a ****ty office party every year and a box of stale donuts in the morning, only to go home to a dumpy apartment in some **** hole state that people more successful than you glance at out of their window as they pass over in a private jet on their way home to bang their hot trophy wives.
Ya he b'tches way too much IMO, he's still funny though. Tucker Max owns Maddox!Serialized3 said:Maddox does seem AFC...