sylvester the cat
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.
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.
Calm the fvck down. If you don't want to compliment him, then don't. No one is holding a gun to your damned head while your hands tremble over the keyboard which is half burnt out due to all the sweat from your head dropping onto it.d!ckmojo said:Fvck you dude... who goes around fishing for compliments like that? You already had a bunch of ppl complimenting your looks in a previous thread. Jesus Christ, are you a faggot?
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
And you're a fvcking enabler!ckdon said:Calm the fvck down. If you don't want to compliment him, then don't. No one is holding a gun to your damned head while your hands tremble over the keyboard which is half burnt out due to all the sweat from your head dropping onto it.
On topic, Slyvester, you look good man. Ignore douchebags like this one here.
Giving some reassurance or confidence boost here and there is no where near being an enabler.d!ckmojo said:And you're a fvcking enabler!
The OP's problem of needing random internet ppl to compliment his looks for him to feel good about himself is a serious indicator of neediness and betahood.
DON'T indulge his pathology. It will only make the problem worse.
OP, you need to man the fvck up and stop seeking validation from external sources. Its a really off-putting character trait, and b1tches can smell that sh1t, that desperation, and will run a mile from it.
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.
Yeah. should've been HD - hot dude. lol.Purefilth said:SYLVESTER THE CAT Just to check that you realise HB stands for HOT BABE, right?
Therefore you are a ZERO on my scale.
I dont rate men.