noctorious
Don Juan
- Joined
- Feb 5, 2023
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- Age
- 28
Not enough
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.
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.
58 now.I have 57
Haha dont you have a steady gf bro?58 now.
No not any moreHaha dont you have a steady gf bro?
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.
59 now (yes I’ll be using this thread to keep track)58 now.
I like to know the exact number, I’m big on details and specifics in my life. Why do you care so much that I want to track my bodycount? You talk about quality of sex and ego, you come across as a weirdo. I suggest you focus on your own life.Why track it so religiously though?
I'm almost 24 and despite being in a 4 years long relationship I ended recently im probably somewhere around 20-25 right now. Still, I never quite understood the concept of keeping the track of exact number, it always felt to me like to some people it's an ego thing "omg I'm so cool, my number is XYZ". Especially that, let's be honest, sex is very often of much higher quality in fwb-type relationships over hookups, and to maintain this type of relationship it also requires some skill. When you don't look like a zombie and have basic dancing skills, you can increase your number very quickly by nightgame. Still though - what's the point when the number doesn't really translate to actuall skills (if you use it to measure it per say)?
You turn around to attack me while I asked as I was genuinely curious, this is a discussion forum after all. What I wrote was not an attack on you - I asked a question and explained my personal reasoning behind it. Calm your assWhy do you care so much that I want to track my bodycount? You talk about quality of sex and ego, you come across as a weirdo. I suggest you focus on your own life.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
I asked why you care so much about me and my bodycount, I called you a weirdo, you’ve failed to answer my question and my initial statement remains, focus on your own life.You turn around to attack me while I asked as I was genuinely curious, this is a discussion forum after all. What I wrote was not an attack on you - I asked a question and explained my personal reasoning behind it. Calm your ass
I think most people keep track of their count. Most normal guys don't tend to hit double digits anyways. I actually find it more interesting how you don't know the exact number of girls you've been with. I don't know how you could forget personallyYou turn around to attack me while I asked as I was genuinely curious, this is a discussion forum after all. What I wrote was not an attack on you - I asked a question and explained my personal reasoning behind it. Calm your ass
Of course he knows, he’s trying to troll me. 20-25 is not so high you can’t remember them. He’s 24, he remembers them clearly. He’s low iq.I think most people keep track of their count. Most normal guys don't tend to hit double digits anyways. I actually find it more interesting how you don't know the exact number of girls you've been with. I don't know how you could forget personally
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.