penkitten
Master Don Juan
whats behind door number 3?
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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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.
that's entirely what i said in the last half of my post. Just to clarify.BadAssMoFo said:it's all what you believe and feel.
I've been feeling and thinking the same way for a longtime myself man. So this post hits home in alot of ways. We're both the same age as well. Aint that somethin.John-467 said:World Number Two, this is a world where there ARE masculine men and feminine women. The men are busy taking down the world and making it better, and the women are busy supporting those men. This world moves the world as a whole, almost CHANGES the whole damn scene at a snap of a finger. This is the world that I want to live in, this is the world that I must get to. But I just have a hard time finding it physically. My soul and spirit belongs to this world....yet my body is trapped in World Number One.
I get laid, but the women hate me.
I am respected by other men, but if a woman gets offended and says, "Kill that bastard," I'll have 7 guys coming after my life.
Business is my heart, I love business. It's all that I do, to me it's the only escape from this world.
At times I chose to just NOT go after women anymore in this world, because I know that either I will get laid all over the place, but what good does that do, when no one in this world actually likes you? It's a different scenery. You have fans, you have women that will fvck your brains out, and you have guys that respect you a lot....but you know in your damn soul that these people are NOT YOUR FRIENDS, they will take you down in a snap! This realization makes me distant and makes me not go around people at ALL.
I know I'm not crazy, and I know that what I am speaking of is real.....however there's no one I can talk to about this. When I talk to people about this....it's either:
- Get over it
- It's all in your head
- Just go finish getting laid.
I'm posting this in this Mature Man section, because I see posters like joekerr and others posting here....and I think that you guys know just what the fvck I'm talking about. I don't make posts much asking for things, but I'm asking, "Somebody just fvckin explain this shyt to me!"
I'm nothing like this environment! Nothing!
I can get laid, and I can have "friends" but NONE of these people like me....NONE.
And I just need some explaination on this, does anybody know what I'm talking about?
-DJF
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.