MightyMate
Master Don Juan
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Tell her You wanna *******. Simple.
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.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Originally posted by CrazyAsianBiker
2 more days mangood luck.
Haha, I've already done that to a degree. Last time I slept over we were making out and getting touchy feely like at 1 AM and then out of the sudden she goes "I'm sleepy" so I pulled back, went to the bathroom and then laid back down. After a while she started touching me again and headed for my crotch so I took her hand off and told her "Babe, you're sleepy, go to sleep" a couple of times. After like 5 min she asked if Iwas mad and I told her no I just want you to go to sleep now and she finally did.Originally posted by TheManlyMan
turn out the lights and go slowly. make sure shes turned on. If she freaks out. KILL THE MOOD ENTIRELY. Blow out all the candles of lovemaking. Go check your ****in email or grab somethin to eat/drink. Go to the bathroom and jerk it out so you don't get blue balls. Don't touch her for the rest of the night. Act like shes just a friend. Go home after you eat everything in her fridge. (joking about that, but browse around for anything good before you leave)
next time she won't try **** like that. Let her know WHO is in control. Shes enjoying the fact that she can start/stop the most pleasurable part of the relationship. **** that. Grab the reigns man.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.