MatureDJ
Master Don Juan
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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.
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.
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.
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.
Funny you should ask. I recall going to the urological clinic at my public hospital - where I had a quite comely resident see me - and I was told to make sure to ejaculate 3 times a week. At the time I couldn't help thinking of having her help me out in this regard.Scaramouche said:Dear MDJ,
I would much prefer to rarely ejaculate it maintains your energy levels,and One remains constantly horny.....However,for the Health of my Prostate I try and ejaculate at least a Dozen times a Month...What is the latest thinking on this?
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.
That's actually the whole point of this. She is so not used to it, and taken back by it, that she assumed you had to be gay. I'm guessing that had never happened to her, so she freaked out that maybe she wasn't as good, or hot as she thought. It bothered her enough to start spreading a false rumor about you.Scars said:I "took too long" one time while having sex, and the girl started spreading rumors that she thought I might possibly be gay.
I think this was just a lack of security on her part, and after apologizing I went on to fvck her two more times. But still. Wtf?
-Scars
failScars said:I "took too long" one time while having sex, and the girl started spreading rumors that she thought I might possibly be gay.
I think this was just a lack of security on her part, and after apologizing I went on to fvck her two more times. But still. Wtf?
-Scars
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.