Dradventure
Don Juan
- Joined
- Oct 19, 2019
- Messages
- 21
- Reaction score
- 9
- Age
- 48
How do you answer when a woman asks you how many women you have had sex with?
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.
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.
Good answer, but she could easily hamster that into he’s done so many he doesn’t count anymore…"I dont know, I dont keep track"
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.
“Um... what’s the number that’s bigger than 1 trillion?“How do you answer when a woman asks you how many women you have had sex with?
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.
Tons ! (Laugh) talk about something elseHow do you answer when a woman asks you how many women you have had sex with?
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
...yet you have never been asked.All my life no woman has ever asked me this question.
It’s a question I’ve waited my whole life to answer but I’ve never had the opportunity.
The thing about women is that when you are not insecure about anything, nothing ever comes up.
But if you feel like you have something to hide, they will be able to pick up on it from your vibe/presence and somehow magically ask you about the one thing you are insecure about.
They have a perfect radar for it. So get rid of the thought that you need to fabricate some “right” answer.
Thread after thread it’s just a bunch of guys feeling insecure about something and asking advice for how to hide it.
You can’t hide it. The only thing you can do is own 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.