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......
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.