noctorious
Don Juan
- Joined
- Feb 5, 2023
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- Age
- 28
Not enough
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.
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 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.
58 now.I have 57
Haha dont you have a steady gf bro?58 now.
No not any moreHaha dont you have a steady gf bro?
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.
59 now (yes I’ll be using this thread to keep track)58 now.
I like to know the exact number, I’m big on details and specifics in my life. Why do you care so much that I want to track my bodycount? You talk about quality of sex and ego, you come across as a weirdo. I suggest you focus on your own life.Why track it so religiously though?
I'm almost 24 and despite being in a 4 years long relationship I ended recently im probably somewhere around 20-25 right now. Still, I never quite understood the concept of keeping the track of exact number, it always felt to me like to some people it's an ego thing "omg I'm so cool, my number is XYZ". Especially that, let's be honest, sex is very often of much higher quality in fwb-type relationships over hookups, and to maintain this type of relationship it also requires some skill. When you don't look like a zombie and have basic dancing skills, you can increase your number very quickly by nightgame. Still though - what's the point when the number doesn't really translate to actuall skills (if you use it to measure it per say)?
You turn around to attack me while I asked as I was genuinely curious, this is a discussion forum after all. What I wrote was not an attack on you - I asked a question and explained my personal reasoning behind it. Calm your assWhy do you care so much that I want to track my bodycount? You talk about quality of sex and ego, you come across as a weirdo. I suggest you focus on your own life.
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 asked why you care so much about me and my bodycount, I called you a weirdo, you’ve failed to answer my question and my initial statement remains, focus on your own life.You turn around to attack me while I asked as I was genuinely curious, this is a discussion forum after all. What I wrote was not an attack on you - I asked a question and explained my personal reasoning behind it. Calm your ass
I think most people keep track of their count. Most normal guys don't tend to hit double digits anyways. I actually find it more interesting how you don't know the exact number of girls you've been with. I don't know how you could forget personallyYou turn around to attack me while I asked as I was genuinely curious, this is a discussion forum after all. What I wrote was not an attack on you - I asked a question and explained my personal reasoning behind it. Calm your ass
Of course he knows, he’s trying to troll me. 20-25 is not so high you can’t remember them. He’s 24, he remembers them clearly. He’s low iq.I think most people keep track of their count. Most normal guys don't tend to hit double digits anyways. I actually find it more interesting how you don't know the exact number of girls you've been with. I don't know how you could forget personally
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.