Fenderules
Master Don Juan
lol what a flash back........... hahaha man was thread lame.
lolz live and learn
lolz live and learn
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.
I agree, went through the same phase. See most guys wouldn't have the balls to insult a girl, because of peer pressure and because they want the pvssy so damn bad. It's a double standard, b/c girls diss guys all the time.ScrewIt said:you made a good point. I remembe i went through the jerk phase on a female co-worker intern, altho she was there for only a short while. She had a bf and was somewhat an attn *****, very immature.
After that i realized my faults and found a balance.
I guess in the end, it's just a journey to find who you relaly are....and to mature throughout that process also.
Fenderules said:well i still got fear of approach bit its the same as an ugly chick so its barely anything, just a little fuzzyness in the stomach. lol i met this one chick who was really hot. All the guys were trying to hit her up but frankly i kinda found her anoying so i decided to neg hit her a bunch instead. I was actually trying to insult her to the point to where i would get slapped and it didnt work. I mean she was not happy that i was insulting her but i didnt give a ****. All the other guys are like "wtf did you just say". She took off her shoes and im like "phewww those feet stink" and when she lost her balance she is like "oo i guess im a little tipsy" and im naaa its prolly cause your naturally retarded. she looked at me and was like "uhhhhh yeah"
i dunno i said a bunch of **** and when she sat down i used her leg as foot rest. i wanted to see how far i could push it lol.
i found it liberating.
anyway this is her site.
http://web9.www.nexopia.com/profile.php?uid=269186
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.
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.