ThunderMaverick
Master Don Juan
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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 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.
I don't know exactly the exact moment, but it was in the shower. I touched my d!ck with my hand and it felt really good.joekerr31 said:for me it was when i was 10.
my parents took me to the zoo and we were in the monkey area. i dont know where my parents had gone, but i found myself alone watching the monkies.
this one monkey came closer to the bars, probably about 10 feet from me.
anyway, it was a smart monkey and when i stuck my tongue out at it, he stuck his tongue back out at me. we started to mimic each others behavior, like a game.
anyway, after a few minutes he suddenly started jerkin his gerkin. being only 10 i though this was part of the game. so i took off my pants and started doing the same thing.
he was shrieking like a wild monkey and jerkin really hard. so i tried the best i could with my 10 year old vocal cords to shriek like the monkey.
anyway, people started to gather around and im sure they were saying things but i wasn't paying attention.
the monkey blew his load and so did i. when i turned around some of the women were crying and some of hte guys were laughing.
then i saw my mom come running through the crowd. she was soooo angry and told me to 'PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON!!!!"
all i said was 'mommy, the monkey made my weiner spit.'
i miss the zoo.
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.
whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?Nighthawk said:My grampa taught me.
My grampa used to say to me.."pull my finger", and then he'd fart.joekerr31 said:whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?
dude, your grandpa ain't suppose to teach you how to masturbate?
did he make you sit on your hand for a half hour until it went numb and then beat off with it?
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
rjones said:
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.