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Master Don Juan
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Right. You know I am temp incel right?Escorts are the definition of lack of intimacy. That's why you are fixated on it.
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.
Right. You know I am temp incel right?Escorts are the definition of lack of intimacy. That's why you are fixated on it.
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.
My dreams that have sexualized women always have hot ones, like opening up a closet and finding Elly May Clampett buck nekkid & dripping wet.Was walking through a delapidated building with vagrants around. A lady approached me from the left and in a soft but firm feminine voice, asked me if I wanted to have a good time? I yelled out this blood curdling no!!!! at the top of my voice. Woke up my folks and I had to explain to my mom that I rejected a prostitute in my dreams. The prostitute, looked like a 5/6 chubby woman but there was something very off, strange and disturbing about her which made my skin crawl. I guess I rejected a prostitute then. Things must be looking up.
It's temporarily OVER for TempCels.Right. You know I am temp incel right?
I was using a grocery store self checkout last week, and the guy next to me doing the same thing kept screaming at the machine. Whenever the automated voice spoke, he would yell, "Shut the fvck up, b1tch!" I was tempted offer similar advice to him, but didn't. Then the next day, I'm standing in line at the post office, and the same guy is there. Only this time, I'm guessing he was sober, and he hardly said a word to anyone. It was like two different people.I withdraw some extra money from the ATM yesterday, however, my dad has parked in an area of the plaza close to the street so I don't have to walk across that brothel while going towards the car. That temptation is now eliminated.
Just this morning, an aggressive beggar was approaching everyone on the train platform asking for change for lunch. The thought had crossed my mind to give him some money and say "hey, I was going to fvck a prostitute down the street with this dough but you can buy lunch with this instead", but changed my mind as he already asked everyone and left the station. Boy, that guy made everyone feel uncomfortable. Not one person looked like they helped him out and I feel like I would be encouraging that aggressive type of behaviour if I did, not to mention making a spectical of myself by saying something that insane and over the top!
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.