wakingup
Don Juan
Just curious how you would respond if a woman you were seeing asked about your thoughts on feminism? Do you respond in earnest, parse your words, or lie?
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
I've read enough on feminism to understand what I don't like about it (mostly that it generally wishes for the biology of the sexes to be different than it is based on "rational" thinking. Put another way, to me, feminists think that because we are so "civilized" or "advanced" that we can just tell ourselves how to behave and override our biological urges in the favor of women), but I'm curious to hear some other people weigh in on how they'd respond to a woman who says something like "I'm just a feminist because I believe that women deserve to be treated fairly." Something along those lines.I'm straight up. I tell her I think it's the scourge of society, but I also know how to explain why. Most of them are on-board with me. The ones who aren't respect me for being a man and not changing my tune just to avoid offending them.
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.
Can't wait till the courts treat men and women equally."I'm all for it - can't wait until ALL American women can have the opportunity to fill out a selective service card."
Say:I've read enough on feminism to understand what I don't like about it (mostly that it generally wishes for the biology of the sexes to be different than it is based on "rational" thinking. Put another way, to me, feminists think that because we are so "civilized" or "advanced" that we can just tell ourselves how to behave and override our biological urges in the favor of women), but I'm curious to hear some other people weigh in on how they'd respond to a woman who says something like "I'm just a feminist because I believe that women deserve to be treated fairly." Something along those lines.
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.
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.
No but I think her head was about to explode. I asked her if she wanted me to talk to her like a woman. I still want to tease the kitty but I am holding myself back from sending a text. "Good luck in finding your androgynous she male! That is the most fun I had in a long time. I was in full on ass hole mode teasing the crap out of her.Was the person asking holding a copy of ayn rand?
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.