MatureDJ
Master Don Juan
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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.
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.
Yeah, this is too much. It’s also a sad reflection of current males, as her boyfriend just accepts that she’s going to **** the world around. No sense of self-respect. None of it is great for society I believe.What has this world come to...Sad.
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.
The entire system would shut her down.If she was a man i think she would be already in jail
Not much better if she skinny and that nasty.Eew...fat and nasty. Who would want to?
Yes, I remember that character!\Reminds me of the character in Boogie Nights whose w hore of a wife was always having sex everywhere with every one until her husband snaps at a party. Awful.
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.
Yes. That’s more sex than a porn star has, and they get regular testing…Reminds me of the character in Boogie Nights whose w hore of a wife was always having sex everywhere with every one until her husband snaps at a party. Awful.
Scary to the point of serious public health concern.
I think, we're already there.We are headed to hell in a hand basket. Seriously.
The whole matter-of-fact way that she was screwing everything in sight was portrayed very well in the movie.Yes. That’s more sex than a porn star has, and they get regular testing…
Btw, don’t go on about Nina Hartley like that, she’s a professional playing a part she knows very well… lmao
Yep, you get a pro for the part, they know what the game is. They live it.The whole matter-of-fact way that she was screwing everything in sight was portrayed very well in the movie.
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.