TheLadiesMan
Master Don Juan
...you can get it anytime, but just not with peeps who are up to your standards?
It's going on a month now......
...I don't want to call the ex.
It's going on a month now......
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.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
What's your point? Anyone can call up a mid-tier or better hooker and get laid, which is no different than you calling your ex. It's a compromise in self-esteem.TheLadiesMan said:...you can get it anytime, but just not with peeps who are up to your standards?
It's going on a month now.........I don't want to call the ex.
2 Years! Why? What is your reason for that?squirrels said:What's your point? Anyone can call up a mid-tier or better hooker and get laid, which is no different than you calling your ex. It's a compromise in self-esteem.
But yes, you're in a dry spell.
A month is mild. It's been like 2 years for me.
Warrior74 said:2 Years! Why? What is your reason for that?
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.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
My standards are realistic. Every guy is different, but Id rather focus my time on getting girls up to my standards. By my standards, I mean girls who when I am out with them, I am proud to be with someone that hot/great etc... I COULD have sex with several girls who are ok, but I'd rather not deal with it. Like I said, every guy is different and this is just me & my choices.Warrior74 said:yah well, lowering your standards eh? Do you think your standards are realistic? I have a few friends who have totally unrealistic standards and haven't had sex in a few years because of it.
I'll say this. When your getting laid, you tend to get laid more. Sometimes you have to get the ball rolling. It may not be a mansion, but you gotta get a starter home at some point and work your way up. You can't be homeless and say "I want a mansion! but I refuse to live anywhere until I get one!" You wouldn't know what to do with it when you got it and will probably loose it from lack of home ownership experience, if you follow my analogy. Think it over gents.
I've found that sex in general, is overrated. I have only been with two women that I have considered to be "good" in bed. The rest were mediocre.backbreaker said:I think the w hole "dry spell" thing is more media driven crap. first off, a dry spell assumses that your only goal in life is getting laid. While I do get laid and have no problem getting laid, if I were not to get any for a while, it would not be that big a deal becuase IT's not that big a deal.
A real dry spell for me is stop working out for 4 months and gaining weight. Stop putting in the work it is to be a successful person becuase I dont' 'feel like it', not deciding to go out and find some woman and parlay a night into some pointless sex, just so I can say I'm not in a "dry spell".
nothing wrong with getting it, but nothing is wrong with not getting it either.
Wise and true words, my friends.Warrior74 said:I'll say this. When your getting laid, you tend to get laid more. Sometimes you have to get the ball rolling. It may not be a mansion, but you gotta get a starter home at some point and work your way up. You can't be homeless and say "I want a mansion! but I refuse to live anywhere until I get one!" You wouldn't know what to do with it when you got it and will probably loose it from lack of home ownership experience, if you follow my analogy. Think it over gents.
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.
squirrels said:What's your point? Anyone can call up a mid-tier or better hooker and get laid, which is no different than you calling your ex. It's a compromise in self-esteem.
But yes, you're in a dry spell.
A month is mild. It's been like 2 years for me.
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.