MightyMate
Master Don Juan
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Tell her You wanna *******. Simple.
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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.
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.
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.
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.