MatureDJ
Master Don Juan
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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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
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?
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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
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.