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Master Don Juan
whats behind door number 3?
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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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.
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
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.