Who Dares Win
Master Don Juan
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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.
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.
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.
Man I’ve dated my share of women and the one thing I look back on and see with consistency is the girls that were hung up on height were never worth it. Had you been the right height they would have found something else wrong with you. Girls like that are all the same. And ironically most that are hung up on height are still single last time I checked.I think it was an inspired response, as a 5’9” tall guy I’m acutely aware of my height and have seen men much lesser than me succeed where I’ve failed simply because they’re 3” taller than me. It’s ridiculous but something we deal with.
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.
The "Cel" meme is being stretched a bit too far here.She probably needed a friend to explain the guy’s reply comment.
She’s probably an I_Failed_Common_Core_Math_Cel
The whole 6ft thing is just an internet meme, most people don't realise how rare it is to find someone who is actually over 6ft tall. It's like 15% at most, it's like men demanding every woman have Double D cupsAre you saying he's CelMemeCoping?
It's amazing that a 3' cripple can have such a smug look on her face. A good example of how attention creates delusion.
Well, I'm the master of CelMemeCoping.Are you saying he's CelMemeCoping?
It's amazing that a 3' cripple can have such a smug look on her face. A good example of how attention creates delusion.
Fair enough. I was out-of-context-maxxing.Well, I'm the master of CelMemeCoping.I was just commenting that you can't just just throw "Cel" out in any situation.
It's like men demanding women to be 20-25yrs old all of them....The whole 6ft thing is just an internet meme, most people don't realise how rare it is to find someone who is actually over 6ft tall. It's like 15% at most, it's like men demanding every woman have Double D cups
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.
Much to learn, my young Padawan.Fair enough. I was out-of-context-maxxing.