MightyMate
Master Don Juan
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Tell her You wanna *******. Simple.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.