Poonani Maker
Master Don Juan
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I KNOW I am. 24 yr old blonde/blue eyes, petite, just how I like them.
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.
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.
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.
So what steps are you taking to change that?Nygard said:Theres only three things for sure every morning I wake up :
The sun is going to rise.
The sun is going to set.
I'm not getting laid.
Yeah, there's your answer.
Opening the vodka bottle, putting it into my mouth, drinking it and trying something out. It raises confidence.So what steps are you taking to change that?
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.
Hahahah:crackup:teagan said:Does it count if I had her naked but couldn't do anything cause alcohol made my guy only stand half mast?
I don't know. If you can't sex her properly and feel sexed yourself properly, you know, "the Rush" and anticipation of touching and fondling, feeling her jiggly breasts, then you're not getting laid. Sex is sex. If she's into you and you into her, then you got laid, but it can't just be kissing, it must be all clothes off and body against body and not necessarily penetration, but there must be fingering and/or rubbing of the pvss outside her panties and her juicing your hand through her panties. All this I experienced last night + penetration.teagan said:Does it count if I had her naked but couldn't do anything cause alcohol made my guy only stand half mast?
What's sad is that you can't take the posts for what they're worth, that is, to spin plates. I called 5 girls before the redhead agreed to have me over. All the others were either busy or didn't answer.Bluntmaster said:Damn, 34 years old and still feel the need to brag to a bunch of AFC's on Sosuave.
Pretty sad.
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.
Poonani Maker said:What's sad is that you can't take the posts for what they're worth, that is, to spin plates. I called 5 girls before the redhead agreed to have me over. All the others were either busy or didn't answer.
All I know is my d!ck and whole body felt fantastic afterwards as it does right now. This great feeling or "afterglow" will stay with me almost a whole week until I bang some other chick next week. That's all that matters. I don't think I want to ever get married.Bluntmaster said:But you ended up banging some white trash slut with red bumps on her p/ssy and you think that's something to be proud of.
Well I mean, I know how it works. We ran around the bases a few times but it all ended up with me staring at my **** wanting to backhand him for not doing his duty. And she was so impatient, she wouldn't wait an hour or two for me to sober up a little. Unfortunately for her too, my hangover got the best of me in the morning.Poonani Maker said:I don't know. If you can't sex her properly and feel sexed yourself properly, you know, "the Rush" and anticipation of touching and fondling, feeling her jiggly breasts, then you're not getting laid. Sex is sex. If she's into you and you into her, then you got laid, but it can't just be kissing, it must be all clothes off and body against body and not necessarily penetration, but there must be fingering and/or rubbing of the pvss outside her panties and her juicing your hand through her panties.
Poonani Maker said:All I know is my d!ck and whole body felt fantastic afterwards as it does right now. This great feeling or "afterglow" will stay with me almost a whole week until I bang some other chick next week. That's all that matters. I don't think I want to ever get married.
Lol, ouch! ouch!Bluntmaster said:But you ended up banging some white trash slut with red bumps on her p/ssy and you think that's something to be proud of.
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.