Desdinova
Master Don Juan
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I don't...I struggle to believe that women are that dumb but more power to you.
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.
I don't...I struggle to believe that women are that dumb but more power to you.
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.
I agree. I've done it to three or four different women, none of them dumb, and they took the hook, bait and the sinker. You've gotta finesse it - can't make it too obvious but you can structure just enough into the text to put that fly inside her skull and f*ck up her day, at least.I don't...
LOL...that line alone made the entire post worthwhile, and I'm sure made your day too. Nicely done.(after a day of no contact): Her: I guess we aren't friends anymore? :/
I only do it to the ones who set out to waste your time/try to make you an orbitor. That's a pretty toxic mindset that that particular woman has, IMO. Giving them a taste of their own medicine gives me hope that maybe they won't waste some of our brother's time in the future.This is another reason I don't use this kind of tactic. Why do I care about messing up her day? If you're doing that, I'd say you care too much. Besides, why should I want to? Just because it didn't work out between us? Childish.
If she were to send me a text like this, I wouldn't give a rat's one way or other. When it's time to move on, move on. There are other women out there.
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.
It's not about being dumb...it's a fact that the emotional brain is more powerful and will override the rational brain, so the point is when your words create a strong emotional reaction in the girl then her rational thinking brain that would filter those kind of game is taking a passenger seat and the emotional one is the one who is driving her actions and responses.I struggle to believe that women are that dumb but more power to you.
Of course it's childish, but it's the childish thrill that makes it fun. Like running through the sprinklers in your underpants.This is another reason I don't use this kind of tactic. Why do I care about messing up her day? If you're doing that, I'd say you care too much. Besides, why should I want to? Just because it didn't work out between us? Childish.
If she were to send me a text like this, I wouldn't give a rat's one way or other. When it's time to move on, move on. There are other women out there.
I agree. I wouldn't pull it every time, but I have a Tarantino-esque love of a good revenge plot, particularly when the victim so obviously deserves it. I feel like the "Dexter" of trifling hoe's when I am able to pull it off. Street justice.I only do it to the ones who set out to waste your time/try to make you an orbitor. That's a pretty toxic mindset that that particular woman has, IMO. Giving them a taste of their own medicine gives me hope that maybe they won't waste some of our brother's time in the future.
I delete and remove them on social media platforms AFTER they see I'm getting hit up by a new chick. It's gold.You're better off posting something on Social Media because, obviously, the girl in question is going to see it.
Anything for pictures with other girls, even just random girls you meet somewhere, to small text exchanges.
I delete numbers fast but I don't generally remove them on social media platforms.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
And this is kind of the same thing really, as the fake wrong number text followed by silence. It's just the visual version. Leave them up there long enough to see that you're happily draped in women, and then pull the curtain and lock the door. If you allow them to keep looking, eventually they will desensitize and get over it. You show them just enough to plant the worst fear seed in their heads, and then go dark. Their imaginations will do the rest and be far more self-torturous and sadistic to them than your pics could ever be. Street justice...lolI delete and remove them on social media platforms AFTER they see I'm getting hit up by a new chick. It's gold.